Phiness Guzman Dec 2017
Every word that you speak when you’re out of control are like daggers that pierce and cut right through my soul.
5:50 PM // 12-05-17
Phiness Guzman Oct 2017
Like how the old song you used to love
suddenly played again after a long, long time,
I hope that someday you will think of me
and you stop doing what you are doing
because you  finally feel the ache when you realize
that you miss me.
10-24-17 // 4:40 PM
Phiness Guzman Oct 2017
Never love a poet so much,
for she will build her world around you.
She’ll contrast you to the sun and stars;
she will love you so.

She will give you lovely notes
to brighten up your day.
You’ll find it a little weird
but you look forward to it, anyway.

Never love a poet so much,
for she will invest a lot in you.
She will become the person you’ll only ever need
without taking a lot from you.

She will take you to places,
and make you experience things
within a room's four corners
and her words as your wings.

Never love a poet so much,
for even after all those things
she will take away her love,
and leave you without a trace
with her heartache as her fuel
for another masterpiece.
a poet leaves.
Phiness Guzman Aug 2017
i am sending out signals
in cryptographies.
a whisper in minimal:
*"Help, please."
8-14-17 10:24 PM
Phiness Guzman Aug 2017
Trapped, locked and helpless in our own cities,
It's like between us there are galaxies.
We create supernovas; our own fall from grace.
In the absence of time and presence of space.

But the universe unites us in an eclipse,
In the correct timing our orbits will be bent.
We'll make up and seal it with our lips;
A beautiful astronomical event.

08/04/17 9:11 PM
Phiness Guzman Aug 2017
Does it feel better now?
That I'm no longer there,
To bitch you about how
I am stressed and tired?

Does it feel better now?
That I have no longer have
the power to control you,
and the friends you should have?

Do you feel better now?
That I'm no longer in your head
and that you can now have
the freedom you always wanted?

Do you feel better now?
That I, who always made you feel alone,
have left your life in peace,
with your music and friends at home?

Does it feel better now?
That I'm no longer gonna ask you,
to make me feel better again,
by stressing, and draining you?

And does it feel better now,
That the sweet words you used to make me feel good,
Are now used by you to others,
To feel better somehow?
4:36PM // 06-27-17
Phiness Guzman Jun 2017
I took a liking to you
because you were
my escape from reality.
But you, yourself,
are starting to become
unreal, intangible; a *fantasy.
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