Tag: American author
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[unspoken truths]
I’ve held my breath for so long,waiting for answers that never came,words that choked on their own weight,drowned in the silence of what could have been. There were days when my heart screamedand no one heard.When my bones shook under the weight of trust,shattered by lies I didn’t see coming.And still, I kept walking,footsteps leaving…
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[impossible futures]
I never stopped loving you.Not once did I have the choiceto let go of the futureyou promised,the one where you swore we’d be forever.You talked of marriage,of proposal plans,of us,a life together—words you planted deep in my chest,words that felt like truth,but they were hollow when you walked away. You told me time and time…
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[ignorance is bliss]
They don’t carry the weight.How light the world feelswhen you turn your back on what’s broken,and let someone else pick up the shards. It’s so easy to forgetwhen you haven’t been the one crushedunder the weight of it.It’s so easy to ignorethe scars they left behindand call it nothing—nothing at all. He smiles,tells me nothing…
amelia james poetry
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[graveyard]
you said forever but I’m left with a graveyard of broken promises -Amelia James
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[soft eyes]
Your biggest and best lie Was when you, with your heart of stone And shadowed gaze Told me you loved me And my Soft eyes -Amelia James
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[if only]
I often wonder—Do I drift into your thoughtsAs often as you linger in mine?Do you find yourselfTracing the edges of the could’ve beens,The would’ve beens,The should’ve beens—If only truth had guided us? Do you ever wonderHow different life might feelIf you had chosen me? I can still picture it,Still feel it,Tangible, a quiet acheTucked beneath…
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[colorblind]
Loving him through the soft rose-colored lens filtered every cunning plan, each lie wrapped in velvet, each deception dressed in tenderness. I was colorblind to his red flags. Blinded by the warmth of what I wanted him to be; everything he staged for me to see. -Amelia James
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[secondhand]
They tell me I’m overreacting,As if my heart wasn’t shattered first.The lies I swallowed,The truth I second-guessed—They smile, pretending they see the same,But they don’t hear the echoesOf words that never made sense,Of promises that disintegrated like dust in my hand. You told me to let it go,But how do you let go of a…
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[You don’t get to tell me you feel bad]
I get to be angry.Not because it defines me,but because it’s the only thingthat still burnsbeneath the ashes of their words—the lies they spun,the hurt they thought was invisible. I get to be angryfor the things they took without asking,for the truth they twistedand the cruelty they disguised as jokes. I get to be angryfor…
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