I can feel the dust of her skin in my skin; and I think maybe that means these bones of mine have grown weary of crying too.
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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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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Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
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Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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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’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
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Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
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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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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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Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
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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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These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.
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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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And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.
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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 can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
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