Some things change and some things never will. A night spent with an old friend, my heart is full.
AIMEE C. HOVEYWords 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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There’s a sincerely bittersweet truth in the way neither of us deserve me loving you.
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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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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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I’m holding on so tightly to the promise that if nothing lasts forever, someday, this sadness will end too.
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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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Words lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.
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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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Put the memories away keep them safe especially the good (they cause the most pain)
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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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I still hold hollow hopes for the day, my heart keeps it beat whenever I hear your name.
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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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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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Bad habits could’ve led me down so many worse paths than back to you.
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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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