Tag: gaslight
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[perfidious lover]
You stood there, calm and composed,twisting my pain into something poetic,something convenient,something that let you walk away clean. You spoke in careful distortions,so fluid, so certain,I started questioning the ground beneath me. Perfidious lover, with hands so cruel,you dismantled me piece by piece,unraveled conviction from bone,left me sifting through the ruinsof a reality you swore…
amelia james poetry
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[twisted truth]
It starts in the corners of the room,small, quiet—just a whisper of doubt.You can’t see it, can’t name it,but it wraps around your ribs,tightens slowly,like a noose made of wordsthat never land. It’s a brush of silence when you need answers,a look that says “you’re too much”without ever speaking it.It’s gaslit laughter,twisted truths that crawl…
amelia james poetry
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[gasoline]
They called me mad,But I was only tired—Tired of the lies that dripped like poisonInto my soul,Tired of the games they played,The ones where I was always the villain,Never the victim,Never the one who had the right to speak. I stood,Fury boiling beneath my skin,Not because I wanted to be angry,But because anger was the…
amelia james poetry
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