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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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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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Fall Feeling Ground Myself
After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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Brutal Demand End Healing Myself Poem Run
Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
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Cry Heart heavy Morning Reason Sorry Wake Up Yourself
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.
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Death Equality Feeling Job Love Man Side Taste
Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
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Cold Herself Name Night
Breathe in the pain and bring out the wounds. It’s only a process and you’ll learn to survive the rest.
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Breathe Learning Pain Rest Survive Wound Yourself
To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.
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Blood Death Hands Healing Learning Wisdom Yourself
All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
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Children Depression Hands Myself Soft
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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I Love You Myself Naked Surface True Water
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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Breathe Cold Distance Forget Herself Myself Name
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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Different Language Love Myself Time
No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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Change Goodbye Stay
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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Hide Kill Myself People Thinking Way World
I held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
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Breathe Count Love Myself Surrender
To me there was only ever you!
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Love Myself One Liner Relationship Yourself
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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Break Up Buy Drink Herself Myself Poet Relationship

To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.

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