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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?

Emily Kurc

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.
EMILY KURC

Bridge Learning Love Myself Scatter Wonder
When I look at you, I see the moon – I wish you could see that you’re every poets muse.
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Moon Poet See Worth Writing Yourself
There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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Hesitation See Time Touch Yourself
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
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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Heart Love Myself Plane
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.
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Darkness Feeling Life Love Relationship Time Yourself
Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
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Build Fade Heart Myself Secret Voice
Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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Myself Name Poison Taste
I miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.
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Bed Love Missing Myself Romance Togetherness
I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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Love Myself Right Teaching Yourself
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.
EMILY KURC

Beginning Fall Leaves Name Old Play Return Sing Song Yourself
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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Broken Heart Healing Myself Pieces Replacement Scare Thinking Time
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
You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
EMILY KURC

Deserve Myself Poetry Satisfaction
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?
EMILY KURC

Feeling Flame Forget Ghost Haunt Old Philosophy
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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Body Cry Eclipse Food Herself Human Occasion Sun

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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