Amelia James Poetry

I was the one,
but not in the way
you thought I’d be.
You called me “the one,”
but it wasn’t the kind of love
you wrote about
in your story.
It wasn’t a fairy tale,
no happy ending
in sight.

I stood there,
with the light of your promises
shining in my eyes,
believing I was the answer
to your questions.
But somewhere along the way,
you slipped out of the moment,
left me standing in the dark,
waiting for a love
that was never truly mine.

I wasn’t the right one for you—
but I thought I could be.
I built myself around your words,
made a home in your lies,
because you made me believe
that I was all you’d ever need.
But you were a ghost in my life,
haunting me with your promises
and your silence.

I was the one who loved,
but never the one you truly saw.
I was the one,
but not in the way I was meant to be.
I was the one who stayed,
while you were the one
who never really left her behind.

You were the wrong one
for me all along.
And I was the one who should have known
before it was too late.

-Amelia James