Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
ODD KENI 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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It is my dying wish to travel around the world; to feel this hurt in a slightly different way!
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The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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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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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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To me there was only ever you!
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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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And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.
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When I say I love you, I mean something raw something below the surface of all waters; something almost too naked and true!
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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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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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There’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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You’re gone. And I think I’m only trying to mean a lot to myself too.
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Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
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No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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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’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
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All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
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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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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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I guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.
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I guess this has been my confusion; where I went wrong. Thinking that love could possibly come as a thing without the burns.
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I held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
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Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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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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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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