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. HOVEYAnd 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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Some things change and some things never will. A night spent with an old friend, my heart is full.
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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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I 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.
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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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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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A hello from you can still bring me to my knees, set me free. More than any goodbye ever could.
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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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Its like you sat back and listened saw everything it would take you learnt how to hurt me perfectly and then could hardly wait.
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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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Lately, none of what seems to matter when I’m holding you and maybe, baby, we’re getting better.
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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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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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There’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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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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