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.
BLAKE AUDENEven heartbreak can find a way to feel like home.
BLAKE AUDENAnd again I wake up hoping today is the day I don’t miss you.
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 AUDENThe answer is you. I forget the question.
BLAKE AUDENI swear my bones can feel it whenever you speak my name.
BLAKE AUDENI can’t imagine a universe where she is anything other than a masterpiece.
BLAKE AUDENThere are pieces of you in all the things you have loved. This is how we live forever.
BLAKE AUDENI surround myself with trees in the hope I might become a growing thing, too.
BLAKE AUDENI’m sorry for being this hard to love.
BLAKE AUDENThere’s a weight to it, this missing you.
BLAKE AUDENLove is a child with a gun in her hand.
BLAKE AUDENI don’t know if you are the water or light. Only that you can flood a room.
BLAKE AUDENI have never known what happiness really means, but I’m sure it sounds a lot like your name.
BLAKE AUDENI miss you. By which I mean I’m jealous of the soil that gets to hold your bones.
BLAKE AUDENCan 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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