Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
EMILY KURC
Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
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Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
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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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I am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
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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 place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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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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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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He grabbed my hand as the flames licked at my feet and the devil and I danced.
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Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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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 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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In a dream like haze, the moment you left still spins on repeat like a broken record.
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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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Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
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