I can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
ODD KENI swear I love her so much that somedays I can’t quite tell if I’m just a good liar.
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The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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Give everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
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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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After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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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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Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.
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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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This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
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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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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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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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I guess we all understand the love language fine; but maybe truth is we’re just too fluent in goodbyes.
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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.
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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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What if love has always been the quench and the fire? or perhaps all we need to lose to find all we need to have?
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To me there was only ever you!
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Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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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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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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In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
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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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Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
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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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Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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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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