The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
ODD KENI’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
More Odd Ken Quotes
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Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
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I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
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Somedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!
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Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.
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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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What if love has always been the quench and the fire? or perhaps all we need to lose to find all we need to have?
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Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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Give everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
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Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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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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To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.
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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’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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Pain is never too weak to leave the body still standing or laughing the same.
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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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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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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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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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Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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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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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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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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