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

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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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Better Herself Home Hope Lost Place Rest Water
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
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
Give everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
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Learning Pain Philosophy Time Walk
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
This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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Beg Cry Missing Name Water Yourself
It is my dying wish to travel around the world; to feel this hurt in a slightly different way!
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Around Death Different Feeling Hurt Myself Travel Way World
Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
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Blood Demand Forever Painful Philosophy Understand Wisdom
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
To me there was only ever you!
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Love Myself One Liner Relationship Yourself
Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
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Cold Herself Name Night
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.
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Break Up Cry Feeling Growth Myself Skin Thinking
Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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Herself Name People Skin
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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Art Break Depression Enough Herself Hurting Myself
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.
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Bone Heart Broken Myself Reason Tired Yourself
In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
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Blood Death End Fire Paper Play
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
Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
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Drown Fire Herself Love Myself Preparation
You’re gone. And I think I’m only trying to mean a lot to myself too.
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Break Up Myself Thinking Try
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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Believe Hard Myself Quiet
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
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
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
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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Forget Missing Myself Pieces Stand Start Story
The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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Break Death Hide Start World
Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
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Death Pain Smile Thinking World

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

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