And you, you’ll always be the most brilliant mystery a masterpiece of october midnight hauntings my best dressed trauma at the evening masquerade.
AIMEE C. HOVEYI meant every word I said. And I hate that it would mean so much to me, to know that I cross your mind occasionally.
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What an absolute waste land loving you has become. Such a shame, to let it be any less.
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Put the memories away keep them safe especially the good (they cause the most pain)
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I know I’ll look back on these days and wonder why were some so hard? I know already that they’ll be, the best I’ve ever had. I know I’ll look back on these seemingly impossible days and wish for them back. And I’m finally starting to understand what it feels like to be really loved.
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A long time ago I came to realize that no matter where I am no distance I could go can ever make my heart forget you’ve made a home inside my soul.
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The more you push to get close to me, the more I’ll withdraw. You’ll never catch me. Not if I don’t want to be caught.
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Nothing cuts deeper than being made a fucking fool at a time you’re already so vulnerable.
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There’s a sincerely bittersweet truth in the way neither of us deserve me loving you.
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Tomorrow will be the reminder that its all just a blur of oasis and vodka.
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Maybe the most perfect words I’ve ever heard, beauty and sadness, are these three. Not, I love you. But, Let it be.
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Time might only tell if this will be comfort or a curse.
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I miss you now since you were here than you never where. I’d forgotten what its like to watch the world with you and how much you feel like home.
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You’ll be what keeps me awake at night. Ignescent in the dark and impossibly my happiness.
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Its like you sat back and listened saw everything it would take you learnt how to hurt me perfectly and then could hardly wait.
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I’m holding on so tightly to the promise that if nothing lasts forever, someday, this sadness will end too.
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Words lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.
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