Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.
ODD KENThe broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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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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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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I’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
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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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Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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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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Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
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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 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.
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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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The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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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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All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
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Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
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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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This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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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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I held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
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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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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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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 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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