Maybe I hold onto pain because I don’t know who I am without it.
BLAKE AUDENMaybe I hold onto pain because I don’t know who I am without it.
BLAKE AUDENWhat a gentle curse: to still want you after all we’ve been.
BLAKE AUDENTo survive is to drag yourself from the water and forget what it is to swallow salt.
BLAKE AUDENSome days survival is all the living I can do.
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 AUDENOf all the people I’ve been the man you loved is the only one I miss.
BLAKE AUDENI spent a lifetime building shrine to things that can’t love me back. (music, poetry, you)
BLAKE AUDENShe lost herself, a little, in that darkness but returned with stars beneath her skin.
BLAKE AUDENPlease don’t let me sleep. I’ll only dream of her.
BLAKE AUDENHer smile is an open flame and I have a paper heart.
BLAKE AUDENAnd again my mind runs to you in the way that rivers can’t help but return to the salt.
BLAKE AUDENThe answer is you. I forget the question.
BLAKE AUDENHer heart is heavy and ruined with hope.
BLAKE AUDENI don’t know how else to say it. I will love you for the rest of my life.
BLAKE AUDENWhat a fragile, dying thing love turned out to be.
BLAKE AUDENThe embers of us no longer keep me warm. But they still set fire to everything they touch.
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