Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
ODD KENEither the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
ODD KENSomedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!
ODD KENThe broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
ODD KENI don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
ODD KENToday I can see the cracks on the wall they’re visible; but I can tell they are finding their way to soil, And so am I.
ODD KENI guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.
ODD KENJust as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
ODD KENWhen I say I love you, I mean something raw something below the surface of all waters; something almost too naked and true!
ODD KENBreathe in the pain and bring out the wounds. It’s only a process and you’ll learn to survive the rest.
ODD KENLike her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
ODD KENThese sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.
ODD KENPlease the night’s cold, not her name again!
ODD KENWhat if love has always been the quench and the fire? or perhaps all we need to lose to find all we need to have?
ODD KENI’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
ODD KENI’ve been quiet most of today. By which I mean I can see myself in the mirror; And believe me it is something hard to look at these days.
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 KEN