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.
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 KENI’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
ODD KENSomedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!
ODD KENGive everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
ODD KENThere’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.
ODD KENJust as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
ODD KENThis ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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 held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
ODD KENI 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 KENTo me there was only ever 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 KENLike her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
ODD KENI’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.
ODD KENWhat if love has always been the quench and the fire? or perhaps all we need to lose to find all we need to have?
ODD KENI don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
ODD KEN