I guess this has been my confusion; where I went wrong. Thinking that love could possibly come as a thing without the burns.
ODD KENTo me there was only ever you!
More Odd Ken Quotes
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I can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
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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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I’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
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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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Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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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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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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This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
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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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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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Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
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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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After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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Give everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
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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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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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To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.
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To me there was only ever you!
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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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These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.
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Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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Often times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.
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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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