What an absolute waste land loving you has become. Such a shame, to let it be any less.
AIMEE C. HOVEYWhat an absolute waste land loving you has become. Such a shame, to let it be any less.
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And 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.
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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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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”
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Time might only tell if this will be comfort or a curse.
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Nothing cuts deeper than being made a fucking fool at a time you’re already so vulnerable.
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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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I still hold hollow hopes for the day, my heart keeps it beat whenever I hear your name.
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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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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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I fell accidentally like Alice into a whole world anew I found, When I fell accidentally in love always and ever with you.
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I lost so much of myself, when I lost them both. I learnt how to be strong on my own and for everyone else.
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There’s a destitute side, a breakdown in me. My subversive pursuit to finally be free.
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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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She’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.
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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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