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 KURCDo 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?
More Emily Kurc Quotes
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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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Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
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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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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 bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.
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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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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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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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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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You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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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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When I look at you, I see the moon – I wish you could see that you’re every poets muse.
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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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There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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