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My mother always told me that love is like a plant, but she never prepared me for the realization that too much love towards the wrong person can drown your heart until it rots.

Emily Kurc

Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
EMILY KURC

Break Up Heart Leave Yourself
When I look at you, I see the moon – I wish you could see that you’re every poets muse.
EMILY KURC

Moon Poet See Worth Writing Yourself
The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
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Brave Enough Future Talk Worth
When the leaves begin to fall, I find myself returning to old playlists in hopes that I can feel you holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or hear you singing my name into songs and blueing when it makes no sense.
EMILY KURC

Beginning Fall Leaves Name Old Play Return Sing Song Yourself
Each time I fall back in love with myself, I leave my pen and paper behind. It isn’t personal, or maybe it is. I just a always thought that poetry was for the hurting.
EMILY KURC

Hurt Leaving Love Myself Poetry Time
There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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Hesitation See Time Touch Yourself
There was a time when I loved you too much that it made me feel the darkest shades of blue. It’s been years now, but I’m seeing life in other colors again.
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Darkness Feeling Life Love Relationship Time Yourself
Spill yourself onto the page with ink and a half healed heart and watch the words blossom.
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Blossom Healing Heart Page Word Yourself
I am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
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Current heavy Myself Shadow
I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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Hope Myself Storm Thinking
A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
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Emotion Feeling Live Myself Sea
I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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Art Broken Heart Learning Myself
Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
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Fingers Love Relationship Soft Sweet
In a dream like haze, the moment you left still spins on repeat like a broken record.
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Break Dreams Moments Repeat
I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
EMILY KURC

Beginning Fade Feeling Heart Love Myself Time
I bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.
EMILY KURC

Breathe Combination Fight Light Myself Right Stay Word

My mother always told me that love is like a plant, but she never prepared me for the realization that too much love towards the wrong person can drown your heart until it rots.

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My mother always told me that love is like a plant, but she never prepared me for the realization that too much love towards the wrong person can drown your heart until it rots.

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