Amelia James Poetry

You stood there, calm and composed,
twisting my pain into something poetic,
something convenient,
something that let you walk away clean.

You spoke in careful distortions,
so fluid, so certain,
I started questioning the ground beneath me.

Perfidious lover, with hands so cruel,
you dismantled me piece by piece,
unraveled conviction from bone,
left me sifting through the ruins
of a reality you swore had never existed.

I held onto the edges of your words,
grasped for meaning in the spaces between,
mistook deception for devotion,
gaslight for guidance.

Now I move through my own mind like a stranger,
unsure which echoes belong to me
and which are just remnants of you.

I don’t know if I was loved
or just a vessel for your loneliness.

-Amelia James