Sometimes you have to cry before you can laugh again.

Cloth fibres are difficult to remove from an open wound
Trying to extricate you from my heart and mind is just as hard

She sits in silence
Laughter echoing between her synapses
Alice looks at the wall
Her irises empty and void
Her hands are ice
Her blood studded with icebergs
Her voice non-existent
The heart pounds to a regular rhythm
But feels numb, cold, broken.

You redraft and repaint the memories
To fit the person you once knew
It’s still to painful to admit the truth
They never loved. They just ****** with you.