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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.

Emily Kurc

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?
EMILY KURC

Feeling Flame Forget Ghost Haunt Old Philosophy
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.
EMILY KURC

Body Cry Eclipse Food Herself Human Occasion Sun
I thought time would heal my broken heart, but its been forever since I fell in love and I’m scared that you took pieces of me that can’t be replaced.
EMILY KURC

Broken Heart Healing Myself Pieces Replacement Scare Thinking Time
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
In a dream like haze, the moment you left still spins on repeat like a broken record.
EMILY KURC

Break Dreams Moments Repeat
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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Addiction Cruel Love Myself Need Poem Writing
Even the places we used to visit in this empty town feel lyrical. My heart can’t help but sing along even now, but I’m tired.
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Empty Feeling Help Myself Place Tired Visit
Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
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Break Up Heart Leave Yourself
Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
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Fingers Love Relationship Soft Sweet
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
A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
EMILY KURC

Emotion Feeling Live Myself Sea
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.
EMILY KURC

Burn Lonely Myself Sun Thinking Touch Try
There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
EMILY KURC

Hesitation See Time Touch Yourself
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.
EMILY KURC

Heart Love Myself Plane
Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
EMILY KURC

Instagram Captions Man Storm Yourself
Each night I sit at my windowsill like a wolf howling to the moon, hoping that somewhere you feel me calling to you.
EMILY KURC

Call Feeling Myself Night Wolf Yourself

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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