I have never known what happiness really means, but I’m sure it sounds a lot like your name.
BLAKE AUDENI have never known what happiness really means, but I’m sure it sounds a lot like your name.
BLAKE AUDENShe smiles and life isn’t as hard as it used to be.
BLAKE AUDENI surround myself with trees in the hope I might become a growing thing, too.
BLAKE AUDENTo survive is to drag yourself from the water and forget what it is to swallow salt.
BLAKE AUDENOf course, you don’t know how to love me. I’ve never known how to do that, either.
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.
BLAKE AUDENLove is a child with a gun in her hand.
BLAKE AUDENHer smile is an open flame and I have a paper heart.
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 AUDENShe spoke with so much hope, the future dancing on her lips like a flame.
BLAKE AUDENWhat a fragile, dying thing love turned out to be.
BLAKE AUDENI don’t know if you are the water or light. Only that you can flood a room.
BLAKE AUDENEven heartbreak can find a way to feel like home.
BLAKE AUDENThese days my bones are shifting, trembled things. I am more earthquake than anything.
BLAKE AUDENYou taught me to believe in love and then showed me exactly why I shouldn’t.
BLAKE AUDENShe lost herself, a little, in that darkness but returned with stars beneath her skin.
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