These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.
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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In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
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Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
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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 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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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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There’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.
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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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This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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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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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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It is my dying wish to travel around the world; to feel this hurt in a slightly different way!
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I guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.
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Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
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Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
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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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