I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
EMILY KURCI bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.
More Emily Kurc Quotes
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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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In a dream like haze, the moment you left still spins on repeat like a broken record.
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Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
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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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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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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 hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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I am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
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Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
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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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There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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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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A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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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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I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
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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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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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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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When I look at you, I see the moon – I wish you could see that you’re every poets muse.
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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 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.
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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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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 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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Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
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