Tag: American author
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[underworld]
They told her darkness was a curse—A tomb where tender things grow worse.But when she sank beneath the ground,It wasn’t death that she had found. The quiet wrapped her like a song,A place where she could rest, belong.No prying sun to bare her pain—The dark became her soft refrain. She learned to love the velvet…
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[it will always be you]
It will always be you I fear Never have I given My heart more Than to you -Amelia James
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[the space between]
I gave you grace like sunlight—gentle, unwavering, though it burned me deep inside.I cradled my anger in open hands,offering it to you as a gift. And when it wasn’t returned,when my kindness met with silence,I wondered if it was ever mine to give. I longed for you to see the cracksI’d patched with threads of…
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[deadline]
They say time heals all wounds.But time alone doesn’t stitch the heart back together.It doesn’t silence the echoes of betrayal or stitch closed the seams of fractured trust.Healing is more than days passing—it’s waking up to the same ache,and choosing, again and again, not to let it consume you. Some wounds feel like they come…
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[never real]
I showed you who I was And you fell in love And I fell in love with you But the person I fell in love with Was never real -Amelia James
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[oceans deep]
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 daysWhen you were mine,Clinging to the sunlight glinting on water,Ignoring the storm clouds rising in the distance.Your words, a siren’s…
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[wonder]
I wonder if the things that remind me of you remind you of me -Amelia James
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[it was mine first]
You took it with handsThat didn’t ask permission,Claiming what was never yours to hold.My girlhood—A fragile, shimmering thing,Bound in innocence and wonder—Torn from me before I could name it. It was mine first.Mine to cradle,Mine to grow into,Mine to guard like a secretUntil I chose to share its light. But you—You turned memories into weapons,Sharp…
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[hijacked remorse]
An apology so hollow,even the echo atoned for it—an apology that crumbled under its own emptiness,thin as breath, fleeting as smoke. You stare into your reflection,but it’s shattered glass, not growth.Splinters don’t make you stronger—they just remind you of what broke. In a room of bright eyes and borrowed faith,you stand at the front, palms…
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Amelia James Poetry 