I guess this has been my confusion; where I went wrong. Thinking that love could possibly come as a thing without the burns.
ODD KENI swear I love her so much that somedays I can’t quite tell if I’m just a good liar.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
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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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Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
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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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Pain is never too weak to leave the body still standing or laughing the same.
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Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
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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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Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.
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Give everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
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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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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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This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.
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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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Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
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I knew you would leave someday; And from there a poet will be born from the ashes.
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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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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.
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No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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