Bea Isabelle Alvarez

My inability to feel gives me the ability to write.

If Only He Was Still Alive

I wonder if he wants me to stop crying while writing this, heck I even wonder what he thinks of the things I write.

You Never Failed To Make Me Feel Unloved

I should have been aware that we weren’t going to last long. I was blinded by my love and how you took all of it for granted, filling yourself up, ceaselessly watching me drain alone.