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"Mentally unstable writer"

[phobiangie]

Hiiii!!! My name's Phobie (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I'm a Writer and an Aspiring Author ;)))

All of my poetry here is most likely about Heartbreak, Lovesick, and sometimes it might be a little bit depressing.

But hey! If you want me to make you a poem, prose or whatever that pops up on your mind, don't hesitate to DM me ;3

Cause I'm also looking for new friends to talk , play and other more! ;)))

Anyway, here's my social!

Insta: Phobiangie (same pfp here on Tumblr)

Discord: Slyphie_noir

(Other socials are still in progress so yeah prolly there will be some updates to this post)

And as for gaming accounts here ;3

Minecraft user (Xbox): Phobie23

Roblox: Funpanda40 (user: Noir)

That's it! Lmao, I'm too over sharing but idm as long as I'll make new friends here that'll do and also I'm new here btw (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

[phobiangie]

• Violet Snow (Phobie's P.O.V)

Hate that I made you love me,

sorry if I made me your type,

I never meant to be the answer

you kept circling every night.

You saw a version of me

I built from borrowed light,

called it brave, called it patient,

when really, I was hiding in plain sight.

I'm not the girl who deserves the way

you say my name like it's a prayer,

I flinch at every soft thing you give me,

unsure I'm meant to be the one you choose to bear.

So here's my frustration, scrawled in ink—

all the nights I pushed you away on purpose,

all the times I called myself unworthy

just to watch if you'd still notice.

I wanted to be the bigger person,

end this before you got in too deep,

write you a clean goodbye letter

instead of a love I'm scared to keep.

But somewhere between the second page

and this trembling final line,

I think I wrote myself into wanting

the very thing I tried to decline.

Maybe I'm not unfit for your love,

maybe I just never believed I could be

and maybe this letter was never goodbye,

just me, finally, choosing to see.

So scratch out every cruel word above,

keep only this truth, plain and slow.

I don't regret that you love me,

I regret almost letting you go.

Sincerely, yours truly, and forevermore.

[phobiangie]

"Kissing my wound open."

I miss you, I love you, I'm sorry...

What a rare thing to say of me saying it sincerely, It felt like a lie, lies that grows bigger and bigger, that was the only thing I know about myself. It seems like the scars never fade when I still think about my past, past that only made me burden from anything from my dreams, dreams of anything that makes me float above the blue sky where I can see myself clearly without noticing how those arrows pierced through my wings, wings that the only thing that kept me alive. I'm kissing my wound softly but it never heal, I kissed myself but I never calmed down, I kissed my broken heart but it never reconcile... I stabbed myself it hurts, I slapped myself it stings, I drank poison but somehow I feel numb. I chose to die but the doors were open to change, I tried to live but the doors won't open for a change, I just watched myself being free, finding happiness from everything that opens my heart, allowing butterflies and bugs inside it, crying from everything and a heart like glass that contains dark sour wine.

[phobiangie]

Dear, You

How are you? I'd like to express my thousand words for you, where this letter will always be written but cannot be delivered directly to you, stars always shine but never sparkle, moon always be bright but never be bright as the sun, sorry if I'm too dumb and poetic that's just the way I am, all those years we've been through, all those years of crying but somehow we learn how to grow by ourselves, I know you're happy 'cause you never listened to their advice, advice that doesn't even applicable to you, I know you already read a countless books, books that always makes you happy and isolated. I wish we could meet again, again from the stars where the moon was there as the waves crashing through the shore, where also away from them you always despise all to your heart, who never listens also emphatize the way you feel and try, between the line you're always the last as you always say. I hope wherever you are, Wherever you may be I hope those words you spoke to me isn't the one last message you gave me.

I knew you still didn't know what "I love you" means, you always overthought about it saying "I never heard of that word spoken to me since I was 8" and our last seeing each other before we get apart you told me "I love you, Across the violet sky" Is it intentional? Or you're just saying it because you don't want me to worry about you, please write a message back if you're still alive, I just wanted to say "I love you, deeply in my heart" it's not a joke it's real, but somehow it's kinda weird to say out loud. From beginning till the end, our never ending promise we once said but never fulfilled like we spoke of eternity, not knowing we were already the ending.

Sincerely,

Your worst best friend