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.
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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No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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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 held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
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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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This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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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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Pain is never too weak to leave the body still standing or laughing the same.
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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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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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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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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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And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.
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After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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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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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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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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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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Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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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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Today I can see the cracks on the wall they’re visible; but I can tell they are finding their way to soil, And so am I.
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I’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
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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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