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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.

Odd Ken

Pain is never too weak to leave the body still standing or laughing the same.
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Body Laughter Leaving Pain Stand Weakness
All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
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Children Depression Hands Myself Soft
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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Hide Kill Myself People Thinking Way World
This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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Beg Cry Missing Name Water Yourself
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
After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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Brutal Demand End Healing Myself Poem Run
Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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Choice Death Herself Missing Myself
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
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
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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Breathe Cold Distance Forget Herself Myself Name
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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Fall Feeling Ground Myself
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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I Love You Myself Naked Surface True Water
Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
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Drown Fire Herself Love Myself Preparation
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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Myself See Wall
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
Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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Mistook Myself Pain Progress Work

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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