Words lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.
AIMEE C. HOVEYYou love me some days I’m honestly sure of it. You think I haven’t noticed and I’ll pretend I didn’t. You love me somedays and that’s okay with me.
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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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I lost so much of myself, when I lost them both. I learnt how to be strong on my own and for everyone else.
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A hello from you can still bring me to my knees, set me free. More than any goodbye ever could.
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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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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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Thankyou for showing me not everything with love will leave.
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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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Time might only tell if this will be comfort or a curse.
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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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There’s a destitute side, a breakdown in me. My subversive pursuit to finally be free.
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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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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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Tomorrow will be the reminder that its all just a blur of oasis and vodka.
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How is it possible that only you can stop time when I meet your eyes of green gunshot fire.
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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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