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After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!

Odd Ken

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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Different Language Love Myself Time
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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Drown End Home Love Myself Ocean Salt Yourself
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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Art Break Depression Enough Herself Hurting Myself
Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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Choice Death Herself Missing Myself
Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
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Born Pain Respect Sadness
I held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
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Breathe Count Love Myself Surrender
There’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.
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Battle Burn Healing Ink
Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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Mistook Myself Pain Progress Work
It is my dying wish to travel around the world; to feel this hurt in a slightly different way!
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Around Death Different Feeling Hurt Myself Travel Way World
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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Burn Confusion Love Myself Possible Thinking Wrong
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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Fire Lose Love Need Philosophy
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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Break Up Buy Drink Herself Myself Poet Relationship
I guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.
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Absence Burn Kill Myself Soul Yourself
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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Bone Heart Broken Myself Reason Tired Yourself
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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Forget Missing Myself Pieces Stand Start Story
To me there was only ever you!
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Love Myself One Liner Relationship Yourself

After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!

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After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!

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