Magnolia

Phase

I thought I'd bid goodbye to her one year prior.

I thought that cycle of emotional breakdowns, sleepless nights and dwindling self-esteem was long gone.

I thought she'd packed her mental baggage and left.

Yet, her she was again, taking back her throne in my mind, and my smile with her.

Here she was, feeding words into my mouth, painting tears down my face and singing taunts in my ear.

And here she was, writing away her pain in her poetry, and naming herself 'Phase'. 

~Not So Via at the Moment

. . .

Don't worry, it's just a phase.