I lost so much of myself, when I lost them both. I learnt how to be strong on my own and for everyone else.
AIMEE C. HOVEYRomeo and Juliet have nothing on this story, all the places we will go, or down in drumroll glory.
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They say what is lost can always be found in the last place you look but I wouldn’t be so sure that you’ll ever see this version of me again.
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Time might only tell if this will be comfort or a curse.
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Romeo and Juliet have nothing on this story, all the places we will go, or down in drumroll glory.
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There’s a destitute side, a breakdown in me. My subversive pursuit to finally be free.
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Tomorrow will be the reminder that its all just a blur of oasis and vodka.
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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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I still hold hollow hopes for the day, my heart keeps it beat whenever I hear your name.
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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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How disheartening and yet a kind of relief that you too turned out to be just like all the rest. How freeing it is to watch the sun rise and set without you.
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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 guess that’s the thing with forever you only get it once. So when you find yours in someone there’s not a thing you can do to forget and nobody else could ever come close.
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And didn’t I used to say “live fast, die young” right up until it was your last day too soon, with me under the sun.
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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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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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I’m holding on so tightly to the promise that if nothing lasts forever, someday, this sadness will end too.
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