You are more than the things that have hurt you.
BLAKE AUDENYou are more than the things that have hurt you.
BLAKE AUDENSome days, all of it aches with beauty. Others, it all just aches with you.
BLAKE AUDENI swear my bones can feel it whenever you speak my name.
BLAKE AUDENThere are pieces of you in all the things you have loved. This is how we live forever.
BLAKE AUDENHer heart is heavy and ruined with hope.
BLAKE AUDENI cannot lose you quietly. It will take blood and bone to pull you from my chest.
BLAKE AUDENI spent a lifetime building shrine to things that can’t love me back. (music, poetry, you)
BLAKE AUDENI am a child of autumn: At home amongst things that only know of falling.
BLAKE AUDENThese days my bones are shifting, trembled things. I am more earthquake than anything.
BLAKE AUDENI don’t know if you are the water or light. Only that you can flood a room.
BLAKE AUDENTo hurt is simply an act of remembering. Of holding my skin to the edge in the hope I might feel anything at all.
BLAKE AUDENI miss you. By which I mean I’m jealous of the soil that gets to hold your bones.
BLAKE AUDENTo survive is to drag yourself from the water and forget what it is to swallow salt.
BLAKE AUDENAnd again I wake up hoping today is the day I don’t miss you.
BLAKE AUDENI surround myself with trees in the hope I might become a growing thing, too.
BLAKE AUDENMaybe letting go isn’t all that different to loving you.
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