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Phia Apr 30
And then you showed up
And discovered a part of me
That I never even knew existed
My friend sent me a poem, I’m not sure who by, but it reads

“No one is mad at you
That’s just an echo
From how you grew up
You’re safe
You can let go”

I didn’t realize that this was a huge part of my childhood that I connected with one of my biggest “temp checks” and fears: “are you mad at me?”
Phia Apr 30
Pain is a powerful motivator
It motivates me
And my pen
To keep moving forward
Phia Apr 30
My pen dances across the pages
And as the ink pours from my pen
The pain pours out of me
The paper bursting
Beneath the pen
The burden of the words too heavy to bear.
Cleaning out my notes
Phia Apr 30
My pen dances across the pages
And as the ink pours from my pen
The pain pours out of me
The paper bursting
Beneath the pen
The burden of the words too heavy to bear.
Cleaning out my notes
Phia Apr 30
I was dying of thirst
And the words
I love you
Poured out
From the fountain of your lips
So I greedily consumed them
Like they would be
My salvation.
Phia Apr 28
I have a playlist dedicated to us.
It’s called -

All the songs that hold a special place in my heart
But are too dangerous to listen to
All songs that for one reason or another, remind me of him

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3lxyHUgCzCjDblr4X3A7lN?si=_spPwKKsQvCZnCT9tH99NA&pi=efc52xGcQXSrR
Phia Apr 13
The bed feels so much colder
And the distance between us
Feels like miles instead of inches.

How did we get here?
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