Nothing 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. 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. 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. HOVEYI fell accidentally like Alice into a whole world anew I found, When I fell accidentally in love always and ever with you.
AIMEE C. HOVEYIts like you sat back and listened saw everything it would take you learnt how to hurt me perfectly and then could hardly wait.
AIMEE C. HOVEYNothing cuts deeper than being made a fucking fool at a time you’re already so vulnerable.
AIMEE C. HOVEYWords lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.
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. HOVEYLately, none of what seems to matter when I’m holding you and maybe, baby, we’re getting better.
AIMEE C. HOVEYAnd I miss where the sun sets. Over the english channel, on the south coast of sussex.
AIMEE C. HOVEYAnd 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.
AIMEE C. HOVEYAnd 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.
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. HOVEYShe’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.
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.
AIMEE C. HOVEYI 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. HOVEY