A hello from you can still bring me to my knees, set me free. More than any goodbye ever could.
AIMEE C. HOVEYIf I could go back to a time I’d be with you. And I’d thank you again for almost being the healing to my heart.
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Maybe the way you seem to feel safe with your arms in mine means I’m not all broken maybe there’s something good inside.
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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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How is it possible that only you can stop time when I meet your eyes of green gunshot fire.
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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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Some things change and some things never will. A night spent with an old friend, my heart is full.
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Words lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.
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What an absolute waste land loving you has become. Such a shame, to let it be any less.
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Romeo and Juliet have nothing on this story, all the places we will go, or down in drumroll glory.
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There’s a sincerely bittersweet truth in the way neither of us deserve me loving you.
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Bad habits could’ve led me down so many worse paths than back to you.
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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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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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And 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.
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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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