I miss you. By which I mean I’m jealous of the soil that gets to hold your bones.
BLAKE AUDEN- There are pieces of you in all the things you have loved. This is how we live forever.
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- grey
- blue
- red
- brown
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There are pieces of you in all the things you have loved. This is how we live forever.
More Blake Auden Quotes
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Some days survival is all the living I can do.
BLAKE AUDENSome days survival is all the living I can do.
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I have no idea how I made it this far without you.
BLAKE AUDENI have no idea how I made it this far without you.
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Can someone tell the birds she’s gone. They’re still singing for her and it’s breaking what’s left of my heart.
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She spoke with so much hope, the future dancing on her lips like a flame.
BLAKE AUDENShe spoke with so much hope, the future dancing on her lips like a flame.
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To survive is to drag yourself from the water and forget what it is to swallow salt.
BLAKE AUDENTo survive is to drag yourself from the water and forget what it is to swallow salt.
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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s just that I don’t want to.
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And again my mind runs to you in the way that rivers can’t help but return to the salt.
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I can’t imagine a universe where she is anything other than a masterpiece.
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Her smile is an open flame and I have a paper heart.
BLAKE AUDENHer smile is an open flame and I have a paper heart.
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I didn’t believe in forever. But I did believe in you.
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My body has always been a stranger. And it aches in a language I don’t understand.
BLAKE AUDENMy body has always been a stranger. And it aches in a language I don’t understand.
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I don’t know how else to say it. I will love you for the rest of my life.
BLAKE AUDENI don’t know how else to say it. I will love you for the rest of my life.
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Everything I know of love is told in the bruises we left on each other.
BLAKE AUDENEverything I know of love is told in the bruises we left on each other.
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To hurt is simply an act of remembering. Of holding my skin to the edge in the hope I might feel anything at all.
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.
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I’m sorry for being this hard to love.
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