Give everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
ODD KENGive everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
ODD KENMaybe water is not entirely lost when soaked into sand. Maybe it finds a better resting place to call home; and I hope she did too.
ODD KENI guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.
ODD KENThe broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
ODD KENLove is a job doer and a man slayer. Both equally efficient, until the taste of it is most felt on the cold side of the ribs.
ODD KENLike her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
ODD KENI’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
ODD KENI’ve been to the countryside a couple of times. Somedays it is all wood and grass and empty. Other days it feels like you!
ODD KENI 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.
ODD KENOften times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.
ODD KENThere’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.
ODD KENI can feel the dust of her skin in my skin; and I think maybe that means these bones of mine have grown weary of crying too.
ODD KENI guess this has been my confusion; where I went wrong. Thinking that love could possibly come as a thing without the burns.
ODD KENNo one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
ODD KENI guess we all understand the love language fine; but maybe truth is we’re just too fluent in goodbyes.
ODD KENPerhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
ODD KEN