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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!

Odd Ken

To me there was only ever you!
ODD KEN

Love Myself One Liner Relationship Yourself
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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Burn Confusion Love Myself Possible Thinking Wrong
Today I can see the cracks on the wall they’re visible; but I can tell they are finding their way to soil, And so am I.
ODD KEN

Myself See Wall
Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
ODD KEN

Mistook Myself Pain Progress Work
I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
ODD KEN

Break Up Buy Drink Herself Myself Poet Relationship
Somedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!
ODD KEN

Art Break Depression Enough Herself Hurting Myself
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
If ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!
ODD KEN

Fall Feeling Ground Myself
Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
ODD KEN

Death Pain Smile Thinking World
You’re gone. And I think I’m only trying to mean a lot to myself too.
ODD KEN

Break Up Myself Thinking Try
The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
ODD KEN

Break Death Hide Start World
This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
ODD KEN

Beg Cry Missing Name Water Yourself
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 KEN

Break Up Cry Feeling Growth Myself Skin Thinking
Pain is never too weak to leave the body still standing or laughing the same.
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Body Laughter Leaving Pain Stand Weakness
After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
ODD KEN

Brutal Demand End Healing Myself Poem Run
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 KEN

Death Equality Feeling Job Love Man Side Taste

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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