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!
ODD KENI’ve been to the countryside a couple of times. Somedays it is all wood and grass and empty. Other days it feels like you!
ODD KENTo me there was only ever you!
ODD KENAll through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
ODD KENAnd when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.
ODD KENYou’re gone. And I think I’m only trying to mean a lot to myself too.
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 KENI guess this has been my confusion; where I went wrong. Thinking that love could possibly come as a thing without the burns.
ODD KENI 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.
ODD KENSomedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!
ODD KENBreathe in the pain and bring out the wounds. It’s only a process and you’ll learn to survive the rest.
ODD KENIn the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
ODD KENThe broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
ODD KENThese sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.
ODD KENThis ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
ODD KENOften times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.
ODD KENLike her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
ODD KEN