Tag: American author
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[perhaps]
perhaps the reason i feel as though moving on is i m p o s s i b l e is because for you it was a game of c h a r a d e s but for me it was all r e a l -Amelia James
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[memories]
I’ve searched a thousand and five reveries Trying to find the version of me Before you Broke Me The search continues -Amelia James
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[How many]
How many heart-breaking Taylor Songs will I have to fit into Before I finally get over you How many songs must I relate to Reflecting the love I poured all over you Before I am finally able to see The vanity The insanity The desperation And ever-pleading with God To either take it from me…
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[healing of time]
They say time heals all wounds But if that were true Surely I’d be over you by now There is no place in time in which I can go To where you have been, and where you aren’t Memories of a haunted love Lingers like a pungent smoke If time truly heals all A thousand…
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[all i had]
You wouldn’t know what a real man looks like, you said. How could I… when the only example I had was you? -Amelia James
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[Catastrophic]
I hope you know that You catastrophically altered the chemistry Of every fiber of my being My beliefs My version of me Of you A raging storm An untamed wildfire You tore Destruction and desolation In the wake And I held on for dear life Desperately trying to survive The emotional scars The barren land…
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[no right to]
For S. You know who you are, and I hope this reaches you. I am deeply sorry for everything. -A I had no right to ask the things I did from you— my anger misdirected, tangled in fabric you had no part in weaving. The sweatshirt hung on your shoulders, its threads held by his…
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[over you]
I don’t think I’ll ever get over you. Not because I can’t moved on But because you have -Amelia James
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[the sin of forgiveness]
“Forgive as Christ forgave you,”they echo in hymn-like insistence,their voices a choir of guilt and grace,hands pressing the weight of absolutioninto my weary, unwilling palms. But forgiveness, they forget,isn’t a coin to barter my pain away.It isn’t a hymn sung out of tune,or a cross forced onto my backas if the hurt were mine to…
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[him]
For C. You know who you are. You don’t deserve a single thought of mine, but here’s one anyway: fuck you for everything you did. Hope it haunts you forever. -A Go fuck yourself.Take your lies, your half-truths, your gaslit apologies—your “I love you’s” that burned like acid in my chest—and shove them where your…
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