WordsByWeronica

May 1st and she asked if it is summer yet, the girl always wants to melt and pretend she is less than a monument, as though she is not the sun itself burning and scorching the rest of us

You shouldn’t have fallen in love with a dead girl, someone who only knows how to love as a ghost. This is killing you, but you’re ignoring the warning signs - insisting it’s just the wind. But no matter how many  candles you light,  or prayers you recite,  I will always be more  gone  than I am  there. I’m forever  walking through your walls,  haunting your nights,  always just out of reach,  your peripheral view lover.  You can’t let go.  You’re still clutching my skeleton  and calling it a relationship,  when you should be  burning my bones.  We’re trapped reliving  happier lives. I wish I could feel more than  echoes,  wish I could love you as more than  a memory. I’m sorry.  When I said I would stay,  I only meant that  I don’t know how to leave yet.

I owe so many people so many apologies, but mostly to myself. This body was never meant  to bear this kind of hurt.