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 KURCI 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.
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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Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
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I have so much love to give even with these daggers still stuck in my heart.
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The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.
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I miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.
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You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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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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I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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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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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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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.
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