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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

Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
ODD KEN

Mistook Myself Pain Progress Work
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.
ODD KEN

Break Up Cry Feeling Growth Myself Skin Thinking
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!
ODD KEN

Country Feeling Forest Place Time Yourself
Breathe in the pain and bring out the wounds. It’s only a process and you’ll learn to survive the rest.
ODD KEN

Breathe Learning Pain Rest Survive Wound Yourself
Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
ODD KEN

Choice Death Herself Missing Myself
In the end the salt calls the ocean home; and I guess this is why drowning has always been a part of loving you.
ODD KEN

Drown End Home Love Myself Ocean Salt Yourself
I don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
ODD KEN

Hide Kill Myself People Thinking Way World
If ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!
ODD KEN

Fall Feeling Ground Myself
The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
ODD KEN

Break Death Hide Start World
There’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.
ODD KEN

Battle Burn Healing Ink
Often times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.
ODD KEN

Different Language Love Myself Time
This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
ODD KEN

Beg Cry Missing Name Water Yourself
No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
ODD KEN

Change Goodbye Stay
I’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
ODD KEN

Dance Fire Love Myself Rescue See
Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
ODD KEN

Drown Fire Herself Love Myself Preparation
Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
ODD KEN

Cry Heart heavy Morning Reason Sorry Wake Up Yourself

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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