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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!

Odd Ken

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.
ODD KEN

Breathe Cold Distance Forget Herself Myself Name
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.
ODD KEN

Bone Heart Broken Myself Reason Tired Yourself
Pain is never too weak to leave the body still standing or laughing the same.
ODD KEN

Body Laughter Leaving Pain Stand Weakness
To me there was only ever you!
ODD KEN

Love Myself One Liner Relationship Yourself
To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.
ODD KEN

Blood Death Hands Healing Learning Wisdom Yourself
Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
ODD KEN

Herself Name People Skin
All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
ODD KEN

Children Depression Hands Myself Soft
And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.
ODD KEN

Bone Cold Feeling Herself Myself Winter
I knew you would leave someday; And from there a poet will be born from the ashes.
ODD KEN

Born Break Up Leaving Myself Poet Yourself
Often times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.
ODD KEN

Different Language Love Myself Time
Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
ODD KEN

Blood Demand Forever Painful Philosophy Understand Wisdom
Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
ODD KEN

Drown Fire Herself Love Myself Preparation
Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
ODD KEN

Cry Heart heavy Morning Reason Sorry Wake Up Yourself
The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
ODD KEN

Break Death Hide Start World
These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.
ODD KEN

Death Deep Edge Enough Hurt Myself
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.
ODD KEN

Forget Missing Myself Pieces Stand Start Story

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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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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