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.
ODD KENSomedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!
More Odd Ken Quotes
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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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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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After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
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Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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I’ve been quiet most of today. By which I mean I can see myself in the mirror; And believe me it is something hard to look at these days.
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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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Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
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Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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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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I swear I love her so much that somedays I can’t quite tell if I’m just a good liar.
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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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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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