Between Paris and Phoenix;

Poetry by Juliet Wolff (a.k.a. Paris 4.48) and Louise Phoenix (a.k.a. Schecter 3.16)

[betweenparisandphoenix]

Waste your words on me just like I apparently wasted mine. It's probably easier to believe that I'm the one who couldn't feel than trying to remember all I've ever said. I guess the effort is just not worth it. Like me. It's probably easier to believe that I'm not even here, so it looks like it never happened… I'm not hurt. Am I? You said you were the one feeling it all. You had my soul. You held my fucking heart. I was yours. With open arms. Open eyes. Don't paint me like a heartless monster because I still feel it beating I guess it's probably easier saying "goodbye”. I wouldn't know, tho… I'm still here.

lost letter to upsided C9

[betweenparisandphoenix]

I've been trying to write about you for a while but I just can't romantize it anymore. It just got too fucked up. Even for me.

writer’s block.

[betweenparisandphoenix]

[...] You say you can see people's auras... I wonder if you know how beautiful yours is.

from “Aura” 

[betweenparisandphoenix]

You hate me for romanticizing pain but how could I stop when you, my love are the razor itself?

lessons on dating poets #1

[betweenparisandphoenix]

I spent three hours in the shower today trying to wash you away from me I got nothing but some bruises and thousand more pictures of how I wanted it to be.

[betweenparisandphoenix]

Do something out of your life. Build something. Create Feel Inspire. Be unique. Share art Share poetry Share light. Relate. Feel the warm Feel the pain. Collect the tears Fill a sea And learn How to swim.

quick note about swimming lessons.

[betweenparisandphoenix]

I feel like creating but I can’t write shit I wish I could glue words to my brain and I wish I could draw you in my pupils using my old guitar strings that probably broke someday back when I was singing songs about you Smoking all of my friend’s cigarettes by a fading fireplace on an abandoned cold camp house where I used to go and dream about your eyes under the stars.

[betweenparisandphoenix]

You make me feel like writing again and I can’t wait to write down all those rhymes Sketching letter by letter like I’m feeling your hair through my fingertips.

“Fingertips”

[betweenparisandphoenix]

You make me feel like writing again and I can’t wait to write down all those rhymes

from “Fingertips” 

[betweenparisandphoenix]

I see myself in the rain I hear my screams when I'm singing all those love songs I wrote you during another one. And I feel like I'm falling free just like raindrops higher than we could ever wonder hitting harder than we could ever handle And still you think it's beautiful.

about raindrop’s hitting the ground

[betweenparisandphoenix]

This blog is so beautiful and such an inspiration!

Oh, thank you so so sooo much! We’re really glad you feel this way about our work… 

and I’m sorry it took us so long to answer! <3 

-3.16

[betweenparisandphoenix]

[...] You were a perfect sonnet and I felt like a predictable rhyme... Perhaps we wrote just a shallow one-verse poetry with an empty, guilty line.

-about rhymes and sonnets

[betweenparisandphoenix]

I always wanted to ask you why did you stay but my father taught me to never ask questions if you don’t wanna know the answer to them He taught me not to lie but when you asked me what’s new I said I quit smoking when I really meant I haven’t stopped loving you whenever I think about killing myself, I increase my meds and most of the time, calling you my friend makes me wanna die I want to call and ask if you ever loved me but I’m scared you might say no and terrified you might say yes

[betweenparisandphoenix]

Scientists say your brain doesn’t care If you’re high on cocaine or falling in love The only thing that matters is how much You can get in your system before you overdose I know what that feels like since you came around Got me from cloud nine straight to the ground And like most addicts, I built up resistance No amount of LSD boys and crystal meth girls is enough To reach the high I got from being with you Cause loving you feels like that first last cigarrette Three months after I quit: It tastes better than anything and I know it’ll kill me just the same still, that’s all I need in my veins

[betweenparisandphoenix]

"[...] I wish I could write you flowers instead of words but I promise someday to give you entire seasons and colours. "

[betweenparisandphoenix]

There isn't a thing that I love more than to hear your passionate speeches about the flowers and the phases of the moon. If you could only see how many stars I discover as I try to count the freckles in your cheek, you'd see I've found an universe of my own hidden right in front of my eyes.

about my personal constellation 

[betweenparisandphoenix]

déjà vu