Maybe letting go isn’t all that different to loving you.
BLAKE AUDENMaybe letting go isn’t all that different to loving you.
BLAKE AUDENAnd again I wake up hoping today is the day I don’t miss you.
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’m sorry for being this hard to love.
BLAKE AUDENThere’s a weight to it, this missing you.
BLAKE AUDENI don’t know how else to say it. I will love you for the rest of my life.
BLAKE AUDENJust because the pain is comfortable doesn’t mean you have to wear it.
BLAKE AUDENTo survive is to drag yourself from the water and forget what it is to swallow salt.
BLAKE AUDENI can’t imagine a universe where she is anything other than a masterpiece.
BLAKE AUDENShe spoke with so much hope, the future dancing on her lips like a flame.
BLAKE AUDENIt was always you who felt like water when my whole body was a flame.
BLAKE AUDENI miss you. By which I mean I’m jealous of the soil that gets to hold your bones.
BLAKE AUDENWhat a fragile, dying thing love turned out to be.
BLAKE AUDENLove is a child with a gun in her hand.
BLAKE AUDENWhat a gentle curse: to still want you after all we’ve been.
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