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Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.

Odd Ken

Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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Choice Death Herself Missing Myself
Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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Herself Name People Skin
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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Break Up Cry Feeling Growth Myself Skin Thinking
To me there was only ever you!
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Love Myself One Liner Relationship Yourself
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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Breathe Learning Pain Rest Survive Wound Yourself
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
Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
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Cry Heart heavy Morning Reason Sorry Wake Up Yourself
And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.
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Bone Cold Feeling Herself Myself Winter
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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Believe Hard Myself Quiet
Maybe water is not entirely lost when soaked into sand. Maybe it finds a better resting place to call home; and I hope she did too.
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Better Herself Home Hope Lost Place Rest Water
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
This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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Beg Cry Missing Name Water Yourself
Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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Mistook Myself Pain Progress Work
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 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.
ODD KEN

Forget Missing Myself Pieces Stand Start Story
These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.
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Death Deep Edge Enough Hurt Myself

Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.

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