Chapter 1
April 10, 2025 at 8:47 AM
Notes:
I'll practice disappearing in quieter tones.
"I'll... adjust."
Give me this much—
let your goodbye
linger in my ribs
a little longer.
(You've already burned
the bridges.
I won't ask for smoke.)
"Just tell me why"
—was I too much moon,
not enough streetlamp?
Too many sonnets,
not enough silence?
(Lie if you must.
My heart's a quick study
in swallowing blades.)
Then go.
Turn before
the cracks in my voice
become geography
you pity.
(Even fire has its ash phase.
This is mine.)
One day you'll glance back—
I'll be the horizon
not waiting.
-PHNX (amateur at letting go, professional at fake smiles)
Notes:
Weakness is just love
with nowhere to go.
I'm... evicting it
