Amelia James Poetry

For C. You know who you are. You don’t deserve a single thought of mine, but here’s one anyway: fuck you for everything you did. Hope it haunts you forever.

-A

Go fuck yourself.
Take your lies, your half-truths, your gaslit apologies—
your “I love you’s” that burned like acid in my chest—
and shove them where your hollow heart should be.

You, who promised forever while trading it for the next warm body,
who twisted my trust into your favorite game,
the puppeteer of my pain,
pulling strings while I unraveled.

Go fuck yourself for every stolen breath,
every night I cried myself raw,
every time I believed your rehearsed repentance
only to find betrayal waiting around the corner.

You didn’t just break me; you tried to own me.
Tried to rewrite my story
with your lies as the ink
and my heart as the paper.

But guess what?
I’ve taken back the pen.
And this?
This is me writing you out.

You’re nothing but a ghost now,
a shadow of a man who couldn’t face himself.
So go fuck yourself,
because I’m done carrying the weight of your sins.

-Amelia James