I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
ODD KENThere’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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I can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
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Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
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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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These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.
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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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Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
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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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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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Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.
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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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After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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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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It is my dying wish to travel around the world; to feel this hurt in a slightly different way!
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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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