Tell me, please how I’m ever meant to forget these exact words that you said – “you have my heart you stole it and I’m fine with that”
AIMEE C. HOVEYTell me, please how I’m ever meant to forget these exact words that you said – “you have my heart you stole it and I’m fine with that”
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. HOVEYHonesty, 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.
AIMEE C. HOVEYThere’s a sincerely bittersweet truth in the way neither of us deserve me loving you.
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. 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. 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. HOVEYWhat an absolute waste land loving you has become. Such a shame, to let it be any less.
AIMEE C. HOVEYWords lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.
AIMEE C. HOVEYHow is it possible that only you can stop time when I meet your eyes of green gunshot fire.
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. HOVEYThere’s a destitute side, a breakdown in me. My subversive pursuit to finally be free.
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. 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. HOVEYAll those questions that I was too afraid to ask? In the end I lay down cold welcoming the answers to tear me in half.
AIMEE C. HOVEY