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My heart a phoenix

Rising from the glow

My wings unfurl

I soar above the pain

Self-love my compass

Guiding me again.

-Flynn Caulfield

Reading, writing, and rainy days are my jam.

And Taylor Swift? Well, let's just say she gets me <3

Each drop a tiny prism

They hold

A fleeting

Fractured blaze

Diamonds hidden in raindrops—

Unfold

A secret heaven's gaze.

-Flynn Caulfield

Because in the messy tapestry of life, our love is the most beautiful thread of all.

—Flynn Caulfield

"And as the rain subsides, I see a sliver of sunshine peeking through the clouds."

—Flynn Caulfield, from "Cold Tea"

Grounding Force

I saw it in your eyes, honey. That worry, that pressure you carried around like a heavy backpack.

The truth is, I get it. This is your life, this is your passion. It’s been the soundtrack to your dreams for as long as I’ve known you. When you’re so wrapped up in something that lights up your entire existence, that’s when I fall for you all over again. Maybe it sounds silly, but even though the band is your dream, in that moment, all I wanted was to catch all the worry lines on your forehead and smooth them out. However, witnessing you so stretched thin that evening led me to the realization that perhaps you needed to be pulled back from the intensity, to remember the world with a steady pulse, the world with me in it.

You didn’t need some pep talk or some grand strategy. You just needed someone who cared enough to hear the chaos in your head. And while you talked, a million things were buzzing in my head too. College applications, my parents’ constant bickering, and the fear of what the future holds for us. But all of it felt strangely distant, pushed to the back burner by the raw emotion radiating from you.

Don’t get me wrong, your music is amazing. It’s the fire in your soul that sets you apart. But even the fiercest flames need moments of calm. Tonight, seeing you be vulnerable and share your struggles, that was beautiful. It reminded us that what truly matters goes beyond the chase. You have this in you—this strength, this core of yourself—no matter what happens with the band or the festival. And in that core, you’ll always have me—your biggest fan, your confidante, your best friend.

Believe me, the last thing I wanted was to add to the noise in your head. Sometimes, the best thing we can offer someone we love is a safe space to breathe and a shoulder to lean on, even if the only solution is silence. Your silence held a story, and I was there to listen, to be your quiet audience in the grand theatre of your mind.

And when you confessed that being with me, right then, right there, felt more important than everything else… well, let’s just say the whole universe seemed to shift its axis a little. It wasn’t about me being some kind of trophy. It was the simple fact that amidst the whirlwind of dreams and ambitions, you chose to prioritize this moment, these threads of fate.

Keep chasing your dreams, babe. But never forget, the brightest star in my sky is the one shining right beside me. Because you hold a pretty special place in my heart.

—Flynn Caulfield

Mismatched Mugs

Sometimes I look at our corner of comfort, and I wonder how we got so lucky. We may not explore distant lands, but we find joy in the little things. Now as I'm sitting here, watching your profile as you stir your hot chocolate, I feel a warmth spread through me like the glow of these fairy lights. My heart finds its truest home in the rhythm of your breath beside me.

Our love story isn't about public displays. It's etched in the soft curve of our smiles, the comfortable silence, and the way our hands find each other without a second thought.

I cherish the evenings with you. The way you look at me, like I'm the only person in the room. In that intimate space, surrounded by the gentle hum of our favorite songs, time seems to slow down, and our souls intertwine. Oh, I feel most deeply loved. Utterly and completely yours.

"You are the love story I never knew I needed, but the one I can't imagine living without."

Sometimes I wonder if our love is ordinary, but then I remember the extraordinary way it makes me feel. It's like discovering a hidden treasure every day.

These mismatched mugs on this sill are imperfect, just like us, but they’re ours. And in the same way, our love is imperfect, but it’s ours, and it's the most beautiful thing I’ve ever known. They are markers of laughter, tears, dreams, and quiet moments that have shaped us into the people we are today.

I'm so grateful for this love, for you, and for the life we're building together.

© Flynn Caulfield

I Swear, I Loved You

For so long, I've been a docile sea, mirroring your every mood, every whim. I clung to you like an ivy, my roots entwined with yours. But over time, the earth beneath me trembled. And I found myself sinking in quicksand. Your light turning into a suffocating grip.

Every breath is a struggle. I swear, I loved you. But something inside me died tonight. I know this might sound harsh, but I can't ignore it anymore.

Once, you were my sun, warming my world with your golden gaze. I used to think your love was the strongest factor in my realm, the only thing that mattered. But in the hushed hours, something shifted. It was like a floodgate breaking, and all the feelings I’ve been holding back came rushing out. Slowly, the sun became a scorching inferno, and the rain drowned me in your demands.

I know you meant well. You wanted to keep me safe. But in trying to shield me from the world, you ended up shielding me from myself. I lost sight of who I am, what I like, what I want.

I looked into your eyes, those once-familiar pools of affection, and saw a stranger drowning. A man I no longer recognized. Plunged your icy dagger into my fragile heart. How dare you pretend everything is alright when your little girl is drenched in blood!

You painted me as a delicate porcelain doll, afraid of the world's rough touch. Now your embrace like a tightening noose, choked the life out of me.

The dance floor was a battlefield, a clash between the woman I'm becoming and the shadow you cast over me. I felt like I was walking on eggshells.

I yearned for the sunlight to dispel my inner gloom. But you ignited a raging fire within my house, leaving me battered and bruised. Now, the somber clouds hover over me.

But I'm a force of nature yearning to be free. I felt a crack in the dam. A tiny rebellion against the relentless tide. 'Cause I couldn’t live like that anymore. I needed to feel the sun on my face without feeling like I was betraying you. It was a painful wrench, like tearing off a scab. With every pulse, I shed a layer of your control, revealing the vibrant colors beneath. I'm both terrified and exhilarated by the transformation.

For the first time in forever, I felt alive. It was like a breath of fresh air—a taste of the life I've been missing. We're not the same people we were, and that’s okay. Maybe we can find happiness, but it has to be on our own terms.

© Flynn Caulfield

The Space Between the Raindrops

Seeing you there, under the rain, head buried in your hands, felt like a punch to the gut. It mirrored the storm raging inside me. One we both unleashed on each other earlier. Looking at you, I saw the reflection of my own hurt. And a strange wave of relief washed over me. At least we were hurting together.

These past few hours, the silence in this apartment has been deafening. It feels like years have passed, not just a few angry words. Staring at that picture of us, so happy and carefree, felt like looking through a cracked window at a life we might be losing. 

Is this it? Is this how our story ends? After all the laughter, the secrets whispered under the covers, and the dreams we shared like constellations in the night sky? Do we just let it all crumble because of a stupid fight?

Maybe I was wrong to walk out. Maybe I should have fought harder and reached out across the chasm we created with our words. But the truth is, I was scared. Scared of losing you, of losing us. 

This love we have is precious. Irreplaceable. But love isn't just sunshine and laughter, is it? It's weathering the storms too. It's talking, even when it feels impossible, even when the words get tangled with anger and tears. 

That's why I came here. Because even in the downpour, even with the hurt raw and exposed, I know I don't want to face this storm alone. 

We might be a little worse for wear right now, a little battered by the fight, but not broken. And as the rain subsides, I see a sliver of sunshine peeking through the clouds. Maybe this can be a turning point. That communication is the lifeblood of what we have, even when it's messy.

Let's talk. Not about the fight, not right now. Let's talk about the love that brought us here. We need to clear up the mess, apologize for the careless words, and rebuild the trust. Because even if the photo in my hand feels a little faded right now, the love it represents—the love we have—still burns bright. And I, for one, wouldn't trade it for anything. 

© Flynn Caulfield

I still search for remnants of you in this desolate terrain. But all I find are whispers of the past, carried on the mournful winds. They taunt me with fleeting glimpses of what once was.

—Flynn Caulfield

"You hold a pretty special place in my heart."

—Flynn Caulfield

Extinguished

Another storm raging within me. The world outside my window is a blur of gray. Every raindrop that falls from the heavens seems to carry a piece of my heart with it, washing it away with the relentless torrent. Leaving me feeling more hollow with each passing moment. I am a prisoner of my own house, unable to escape the confines of my grief.

I once believed love was a tranquil oasis. But now, it feels like an unrelenting war against forces beyond my control. I feel like I'm drowning, suffocating under the weight of societal expectations. You've been extinguished, leaving me in the darkness of despair. A heavy stone around my neck. I gasp for air in a world that doesn't seem to want me.

They paint me as a stain on their perfect little family portrait. It's as if I'm a leech sucking the life from their prized possession. But I'm only a young woman with a heart full of love. Their words feel like a thousand tiny daggers, impaling my soul.

I long for the simple days when our love was a secret, precious treasure. Untainted by the prying eyes of others. I've tried to stand tall against the acid rain. But now it seems so unattainable, like a distant star I can only admire from afar. And nothing I do seems to be enough.

I fear that this is slowly eroding the foundation of our love. Honey, I can feel it crumbling beneath our feet.

You try to be strong for both of us, but I can see the strain it's putting on you. You're caught in a crossfire between your heart and your duty. It's a heavy burden to bear.

Sometimes, I wonder if it's all worth it. If the pain and heartache are worth fighting for. Oh, I wish I could just vanish into thin air and leave all of this behind. But then I look into your hopeful gaze, and I see a love so pure, so unconditional. And I know that I can't give up on us.

I'm tired of being a victim. I'm tired of feeling like I don't belong. I'm going to fight for our love. No matter what it takes. No matter how difficult it may become. I'm going to prove to everyone, including myself, that we are worth fighting for.

© Flynn Caulfield