He grabbed my hand as the flames licked at my feet and the devil and I danced.
EMILY KURCThe sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.
More Emily Kurc Quotes
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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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I laugh and I cry and I reason on until the late night, but I never feel the urge to call you. The person that I once knew is forever frozen in time.
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Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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Each night I sit at my windowsill like a wolf howling to the moon, hoping that somewhere you feel me calling to you.
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I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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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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A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
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I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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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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I miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.
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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 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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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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You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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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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