With Love, Alice

Do I haunt you, too?

i hope death is like sleep

you

maybe you’re right and after three hundred and eighty nine heartbroken days, i still don’t know how to love but i’ve found beauty after the golden hour and ive eaten apples through their rotten cores, and i’ve held bodies until they’ve turned cold

it was everything i always wanted but all the blood in the world couldn’t make it bloom

no matter how much I think i’ve moved on, i still see her face in my dreams and even in the hottest summer days, I still dream of winter

the only thing i could ever be was human

of course. this can’t be hell hell is full and yet there’s no one here but you

open wounds become scars broken legs become limps and what doesn’t kill you, takes its time

people stop pushing themselves to change when they feel either unconditionally loved or irreparably damaged

YOU WILL NOT REASON YOUR WAY OUT OF GRIEF

when will i stop needing you?

when will i stop thinking of you?

when will i stop dreaming of you?

it feels like ive been larping as a human being with emotions and opinions. i am a corpse underneath it all

a kind of peace was made, and a weight lifted off my back tonight. what happened sucked. but that’s okay. time is just a breeze that creeps in through the window, the future is bright because i am in it.

its both comforting and heartbreaking that over time you will slowly forget the little details of someone you once loved so deeply until their memory is just a hazy blur like a dream you once had, but cannot quite remember anymore