Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
EMILY KURCI miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.
More Emily Kurc Quotes
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Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
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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 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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A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
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Be here with me tonight, and lets sing the saddest moon song there ever was.
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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 learned to make art with my broken heart.
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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 taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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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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Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
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He grabbed my hand as the flames licked at my feet and the devil and I danced.
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I am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
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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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When I look at you, I see the moon – I wish you could see that you’re every poets muse.
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There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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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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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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Spill yourself onto the page with ink and a half healed heart and watch the words blossom.
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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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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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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.
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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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I have so much love to give even with these daggers still stuck in my heart.
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You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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