Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
ODD KENWhen I say I love you, I mean something raw something below the surface of all waters; something almost too naked and true!
More Odd Ken Quotes
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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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After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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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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Pain is never too weak to leave the body still standing or laughing the same.
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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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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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In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
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I don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
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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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Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
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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.
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Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.
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There’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.
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Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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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.
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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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Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.
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I 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.
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The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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I’ve been to the countryside a couple of times. Somedays it is all wood and grass and empty. Other days it feels like you!
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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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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.
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Often times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.
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No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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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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