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.
BLAKE AUDENI surround myself with trees in the hope I might become a growing thing, too.
BLAKE AUDENI know you will take the last of me and I will love you anyway.
BLAKE AUDENI spent a lifetime building shrine to things that can’t love me back. (music, poetry, you)
BLAKE AUDENMaybe I hold onto pain because I don’t know who I am without it.
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 knew I loved you before I understood what that meant.
BLAKE AUDENI miss you. By which I mean I’m jealous of the soil that gets to hold your bones.
BLAKE AUDENIt’s not that I don’t love you. It’s just that I don’t want to.
BLAKE AUDENTo survive is to drag yourself from the water and forget what it is to swallow salt.
BLAKE AUDENWhat if love just isn’t enough.
BLAKE AUDENHer heart is heavy and ruined with hope.
BLAKE AUDENThese days my bones are shifting, trembled things. I am more earthquake than anything.
BLAKE AUDENI can’t imagine a universe where she is anything other than a masterpiece.
BLAKE AUDENI have never known what happiness really means, but I’m sure it sounds a lot like your name.
BLAKE AUDENSome days survival is all the living I can do.
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