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.
EMILY KURCThe 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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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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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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In a dream like haze, the moment you left still spins on repeat like a broken record.
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I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
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I woke up this morning and for once, I had no desire to drink my morning coffee. Is that how it felt for you to wake up and never return?
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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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Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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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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I am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
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I miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.
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I have so much love to give even with these daggers still stuck in my heart.
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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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I no longer wear my heart on my sleeve. Instead, I keep this love folded up, like a tiny paper plane, until my heart is ready to soar again.
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