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 AUDENI spent a lifetime building shrine to things that can’t love me back. (music, poetry, you)
BLAKE AUDENIt’s not that I don’t love you. It’s just that I don’t want to.
BLAKE AUDENYou touch me as though you have forgotten my skin.
BLAKE AUDENI miss you. By which I mean I’m jealous of the soil that gets to hold your bones.
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 didn’t believe in forever. But I did believe in you.
BLAKE AUDENThese days my bones are shifting, trembled things. I am more earthquake than anything.
BLAKE AUDENMaybe the universe breaks people in different ways so they fit when they are together.
BLAKE AUDENAll I really know is whatever the cost you’re worth it.
BLAKE AUDENI don’t know if you are the water or light. Only that you can flood a room.
BLAKE AUDENHer smile is an open flame and I have a paper heart.
BLAKE AUDENEven heartbreak can find a way to feel like home.
BLAKE AUDENI am a child of autumn: At home amongst things that only know of falling.
BLAKE AUDENTo survive is to drag yourself from the water and forget what it is to swallow salt.
BLAKE AUDENPlease don’t let me sleep. I’ll only dream of her.
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