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 KENAfter healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
More Odd Ken Quotes
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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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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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It is my dying wish to travel around the world; to feel this hurt in a slightly different way!
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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 can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
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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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I guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.
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And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.
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Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
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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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Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
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In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
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Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.
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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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Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
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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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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 guess we all understand the love language fine; but maybe truth is we’re just too fluent in goodbyes.
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When I say I love you, I mean something raw something below the surface of all waters; something almost too naked and true!
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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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Give everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
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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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