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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.

Odd Ken

Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
ODD KEN

Herself Name People Skin
I’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 KEN

Believe Hard Myself Quiet
I guess we all understand the love language fine; but maybe truth is we’re just too fluent in goodbyes.
ODD KEN

End Goodbye Language Love Myself Truth Understand
Somedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!
ODD KEN

Art Break Depression Enough Herself Hurting Myself
I don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
ODD KEN

Hide Kill Myself People Thinking Way World
Maybe 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 KEN

Better Herself Home Hope Lost Place Rest Water
There’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 KEN

Breathe Cold Distance Forget Herself Myself Name
Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
ODD KEN

Cold Herself Name Night
Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
ODD KEN

Blood Demand Forever Painful Philosophy Understand Wisdom
To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.
ODD KEN

Blood Death Hands Healing Learning Wisdom Yourself
It is my dying wish to travel around the world; to feel this hurt in a slightly different way!
ODD KEN

Around Death Different Feeling Hurt Myself Travel Way World
The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
ODD KEN

Break Death Hide Start World
In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
ODD KEN

Blood Death End Fire Paper Play
I knew you would leave someday; And from there a poet will be born from the ashes.
ODD KEN

Born Break Up Leaving Myself Poet Yourself
Breathe in the pain and bring out the wounds. It’s only a process and you’ll learn to survive the rest.
ODD KEN

Breathe Learning Pain Rest Survive Wound Yourself
Love 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 KEN

Death Equality Feeling Job Love Man Side Taste

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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