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.
ODD KENThere’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.
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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 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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After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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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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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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Give everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
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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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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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To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.
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The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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I can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
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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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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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In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
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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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All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
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No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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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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Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.
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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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Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
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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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