Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
EMILY KURCMy 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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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.
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Spill yourself onto the page with ink and a half healed heart and watch the words blossom.
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I like to think of myself as the sun, but it gets really lonely all the way out here especially when everything I try to touch burns.
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I think I’ll always remember your birthday and the way you took your coffee because they’ll forever be pieces of you I cannot burn.
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He grabbed my hand as the flames licked at my feet and the devil and I danced.
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Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
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I know I write too many love poems, and perhaps this is me admitting that the love inside me is still there somewhere, stagnant – but its a cruel addiction. I need a intervention.
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I miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.
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I bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.
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I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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In a dream like haze, the moment you left still spins on repeat like a broken record.
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We all show our true colors eventually – mine is dark and firesome red. I bet I burned you. I don’t expect to see you soon.
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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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There were still embers scattered around me from the bridges I have burned. I wonder if they can feel it too. The space between us lingering like a scarlet letter, I’m learning how to love again.
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I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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Do ghosts get tired of haunting? Of chasing old flames in darkness, of walking through dreams casting shadows against walls, against hearts, do they feel themselves forgotten?
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Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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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.
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The sun touched your skin with innocent delicacy as if you were a work of out that was made to be admired deeply.
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Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
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Occasionally, the sun is eclipsed by the body of a weeping human. Her tears make the soil harden and crust like the top of a burnt load of bread.
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Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
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I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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