She lost herself, a little, in that darkness but returned with stars beneath her skin.
BLAKE AUDENShe lost herself, a little, in that darkness but returned with stars beneath her skin.
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 AUDENPlease don’t let me sleep. I’ll only dream of her.
BLAKE AUDENMy body has always been a stranger. And it aches in a language I don’t understand.
BLAKE AUDENThere’s a weight to it, this missing you.
BLAKE AUDENWhat a fragile, dying thing love turned out to be.
BLAKE AUDENJust because the pain is comfortable doesn’t mean you have to wear it.
BLAKE AUDENWhat if love just isn’t enough.
BLAKE AUDENAnd again I wake up hoping today is the day I don’t miss you.
BLAKE AUDENThe answer is you. I forget the question.
BLAKE AUDENI am a child of autumn: At home amongst things that only know of falling.
BLAKE AUDENShe spoke with so much hope, the future dancing on her lips like a flame.
BLAKE AUDENEverything I know of love is told in the bruises we left on each other.
BLAKE AUDENSome days, all of it aches with beauty. Others, it all just aches with you.
BLAKE AUDENHer heart is heavy and ruined with hope.
BLAKE AUDENOf course, you don’t know how to love me. I’ve never known how to do that, either.
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