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I miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.

Emily Kurc

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.
EMILY KURC

Addiction Cruel Love Myself Need Poem Writing
Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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Myself Name Poison Taste
A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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Ourselves Place Separation Story Trouble 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
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
There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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Hesitation See Time Touch Yourself
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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Burn Coffee Forever Myself Pieces Remember Thinking Way
Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
EMILY KURC

Break Up Heart Leave 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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Burn Color Darkness Expectation Myself True Yourself
I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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Love Myself Right Teaching Yourself
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 KURC

Darkness Feeling Life Love Relationship Time Yourself
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
The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.
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Cry Myself Sky Tears Time
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
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
I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
EMILY KURC

Hope Myself Storm Thinking

I miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.

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