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. HOVEYA 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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And as I gave up the fight to leave the forever in my heart behind, I made friends within the hellfire beast that will always burn a little too close whilst you remain out of reach.
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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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Time might only tell if this will be comfort or a curse.
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And I miss where the sun sets. Over the english channel, on the south coast of sussex.
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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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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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All those questions that I was too afraid to ask? In the end I lay down cold welcoming the answers to tear me in half.
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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 way you seem to feel safe with your arms in mine means I’m not all broken maybe there’s something good inside.
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Honesty, I don’t know how to love you less. Let alone not at all. I try my absolute best some days but this just makes me miss you more.
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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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She’s never seemed fragile, or weak. No. Never. Not to me. Her strength, is viking. Her bravery. Her wild. And at night, Helena, she sleeps. With the wolves lovingly at her feet.
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Words lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.
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I 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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Tell me, please how I’m ever meant to forget these exact words that you said – “you have my heart you stole it and I’m fine with that”
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