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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

Be here with me tonight, and lets sing the saddest moon song there ever was.
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Moon Night Sad Sing Togetherness
I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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Hope Myself Storm Thinking
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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Bridge Learning Love Myself Scatter Wonder
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
Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
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Build Fade Heart Myself Secret Voice
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
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

Burn Color Darkness Expectation Myself True Yourself
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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Beginning Fall Leaves Name Old Play Return Sing Song Yourself
Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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Instagram Captions Man Storm Yourself
There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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Hesitation See Time Touch 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
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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Body Cry Eclipse Food Herself Human Occasion Sun
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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Coffee Desire Drink Morning Return Wake Up 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.
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Hurt Leaving Love Myself Poetry Time
I miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.
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Bed Love Missing Myself Romance Togetherness
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
You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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Deserve Myself Poetry Satisfaction
I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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Art Broken Heart Learning Myself
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
Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
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Break Up Heart Leave Yourself
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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Admire Deep Innocence Skin Sun Touch Yourself
I have so much love to give even with these daggers still stuck in my heart.
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Heart Heart Broken Love Myself
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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Cry Laughter Myself Night Reason Time
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.
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Breathe Combination Fight Light Myself Right Stay Word
I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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Love Myself Right Teaching Yourself
He grabbed my hand as the flames licked at my feet and the devil and I danced.
EMILY KURC

Dance Devil Flame Hands Myself

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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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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