How is it possible that only you can stop time when I meet your eyes of green gunshot fire.
AIMEE C. HOVEYHow is it possible that only you can stop time when I meet your eyes of green gunshot fire.
AIMEE C. HOVEYI 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.
AIMEE C. HOVEYTomorrow will be the reminder that its all just a blur of oasis and vodka.
AIMEE C. HOVEYNothing cuts deeper than being made a fucking fool at a time you’re already so vulnerable.
AIMEE C. HOVEYThe 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.
AIMEE C. HOVEYSome things change and some things never will. A night spent with an old friend, my heart is full.
AIMEE C. HOVEYNothing but hard work makes dreams come true and I will slave’til the end for a chance to watch the sunrise and fall beside you.
AIMEE C. HOVEYPut the memories away keep them safe especially the good (they cause the most pain)
AIMEE C. HOVEYThankyou for showing me not everything with love will leave.
AIMEE C. HOVEYI still hold hollow hopes for the day, my heart keeps it beat whenever I hear your name.
AIMEE C. HOVEYTime might only tell if this will be comfort or a curse.
AIMEE C. HOVEYI 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.
AIMEE C. HOVEYBad habits could’ve led me down so many worse paths than back to you.
AIMEE C. HOVEYThey 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.
AIMEE C. HOVEYMaybe the way you seem to feel safe with your arms in mine means I’m not all broken maybe there’s something good inside.
AIMEE C. HOVEYAnd 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. HOVEY