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 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.
More Odd Ken Quotes
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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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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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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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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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Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
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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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No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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Pain is never too weak to leave the body still standing or laughing the same.
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Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.
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Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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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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After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
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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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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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