Often times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.
ODD KENI’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
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I guess we all understand the love language fine; but maybe truth is we’re just too fluent in goodbyes.
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What if love has always been the quench and the fire? or perhaps all we need to lose to find all we need to have?
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Breathe in the pain and bring out the wounds. It’s only a process and you’ll learn to survive the rest.
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In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
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All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
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You’re gone. And I think I’m only trying to mean a lot to myself too.
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In the end the salt calls the ocean home; and I guess this is why drowning has always been a part of loving you.
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I guess this has been my confusion; where I went wrong. Thinking that love could possibly come as a thing without the burns.
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I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.
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Somedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!
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I guess you’re the bee and the stings all at once; By which I mean you’re the reason I wrap these tired bones around every aching thing.
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Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.
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Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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To me there was only ever you!
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Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
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Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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I can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
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Give everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
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These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.
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Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
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I swear I love her so much that somedays I can’t quite tell if I’m just a good liar.
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When I say I love you, I mean something raw something below the surface of all waters; something almost too naked and true!
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And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.
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I guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.
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Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
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If ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!
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