Amelia James Poetry

The shield he raised for you
was hammered from the promises he broke to me,
tempered in the heat of his lies,
etched from the splinters of my heart.

You felt safe behind it—
I felt the blade on the other side.

Your comfort was carved
from my betrayal,
your protection forged
from the wreckage of everything he swore to me.

Call it love if you want,
but I know the truth:
you were sheltered by armor
stitched together from my ruin.

Counterfeit safety.
Borrowed peace.
And me—left bleeding so you could feel whole.

-Amelia James