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.
AIMEE C. HOVEYThere’s a destitute side, a breakdown in me. My subversive pursuit to finally be free.
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And you, you’ll always be the most brilliant mystery a masterpiece of october midnight hauntings my best dressed trauma at the evening masquerade.
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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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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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Words lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.
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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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Bad habits could’ve led me down so many worse paths than back to you.
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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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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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Tomorrow will be the reminder that its all just a blur of oasis and vodka.
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Thankyou for showing me not everything with love will leave.
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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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If I could go back to a time I’d be with you. And I’d thank you again for almost being the healing to my heart.
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You 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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There’s a destitute side, a breakdown in me. My subversive pursuit to finally be free.
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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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