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.
AIMEE C. HOVEYI meant every word I said. And I hate that it would mean so much to me, to know that I cross your mind occasionally.
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. 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. HOVEYHow disheartening and yet a kind of relief that you too turned out to be just like all the rest. How freeing it is to watch the sun rise and set without you.
AIMEE C. HOVEYTime might only tell if this will be comfort or a curse.
AIMEE C. HOVEYNothing cuts deeper than being made a fucking fool at a time you’re already so vulnerable.
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. HOVEYI guess that’s the thing with forever you only get it once. So when you find yours in someone there’s not a thing you can do to forget and nobody else could ever come close.
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. HOVEYThere’s a sincerely bittersweet truth in the way neither of us deserve me loving you.
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. 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. HOVEYAnd I miss where the sun sets. Over the english channel, on the south coast of sussex.
AIMEE C. HOVEYI still hold hollow hopes for the day, my heart keeps it beat whenever I hear your name.
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. HOVEY