A hello from you can still bring me to my knees, set me free. More than any goodbye ever could.
AIMEE C. HOVEYAnd I miss where the sun sets. Over the english channel, on the south coast of sussex.
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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 I miss where the sun sets. Over the english channel, on the south coast of sussex.
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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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What an absolute waste land loving you has become. Such a shame, to let it be any less.
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Words lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.
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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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Nothing cuts deeper than being made a fucking fool at a time you’re already so vulnerable.
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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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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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The 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.
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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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They say what is lost can always be found in the last place you look but I wouldn’t be so sure that you’ll ever see this version of me again.
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Life won’t wait but you and I? we’re gonna live forever.
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If 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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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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