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.
ODD KENPerhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
More Odd Ken Quotes
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The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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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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Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
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Give everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
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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 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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To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.
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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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Pain is never too weak to leave the body still standing or laughing the same.
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Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
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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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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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These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.
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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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I guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.
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Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the 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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No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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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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This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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It is my dying wish to travel around the world; to feel this hurt in a slightly different way!
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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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There’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.
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I held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
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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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