Amelia James Poetry

You spoke in tides and whispered waves,
Promises oceans deep, endless, vast—
Yet fleeting as foam upon the shore.
I stood, toes buried in the sand,
Believing the horizon was ours to claim.

I tried to hold onto the days
When you were mine,
Clinging to the sunlight glinting on water,
Ignoring the storm clouds rising in the distance.
Your words, a siren’s song,
Pulled me deeper,
Until I was lost beneath your lies.

But your words were currents I couldn’t hold,
Fingers slipping through salt-stained lies.
You offered depths that shimmered bright,
But never planned to stay.

Every vow, a mirage of moonlit seas,
Every touch, the fleeting pull of the tide.
I dove in, heart first,
Only to find myself drowning
In the emptiness you left behind.

You were the storm disguised as calm,
A sailor charting paths with no return.
Oceans deep, you promised me,
But all you kept was the distance.

Now I walk this shore alone,
The waves erasing your footprints.
No longer tethered to the tide,
I seek my own unbroken sea.

-Amelia James