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[circus]
Every time you call me crazy,I hear the sound of a gong,and there you are,the ringmaster in your circus,twisting the truth into contorted shapesand selling the lie like candy. You spin your tales,as I sit in the center,trapped in a cage of your design,with a spotlight burning me alive.You call me crazy,but what does that…
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[she stayed]
she knew it was burning but she called it light— swore if she stood still long enough he might learn how to hold her without hurting she read every silence like scripture every lie like a maybe every almost like hope people said “you should’ve left” but they never knew how he looked at her…
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[the rehearsal]
Did you know the endingthe moment you met me?Was I alreadya bookmark in your story—temporary, folded,meant to hold your placeuntil something shinier came along? Was I your trail run?Practice before perfection?Did you say foreverjust to try the words onlike a suit you’d never wear again? I still wonder—was it easy for youto walk away from…
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[Crowned]
They dragged my name through the kindling, called it healing. Said I was the storm while they lit the fuse behind their backs and sang hymns over the explosion. They anointed my grief with mockery, called me bitter while drinking from the cup they poisoned, and told me to turn the other cheek as they…
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[the return of the butterflies]
I felt you again—that flutter in my ribs,a heat in my cheeksI haven’t let myself feel in years.Not since him. You showed up in the quietest way,like you knew I might run. Not with grand gestures,but with softness.A shared song.A roller coaster plunge.A door left open for me to walk through,and I did. And you…
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[the fine line]
some daysi forget the sound of your laughand i think,“this must be progress.” but theni pass someone wearing your cologneand suddenly I’m twenty-one again,and you’re standing too closewith that crooked smilethat always meant trouble. i keep your namepressed between the pages of a storyi don’t read anymore.but i still won’t throw it out. i’m not…
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[a thousand and one words]
They say pictures are worth a thousand words,but no one warns you what they sound likewhen the room is quietand you’re the only one left holding them. I found us again, a photo album long locked awaythirteen years tucked insidea pixelated smile,a sweatshirt you used to borrow,a face I used to call home. And for…
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[I Hope You Read It]
(for the girl I beg will understand) I hope you read it.Not just the words,but the weight of what it cost meto write them. I hope you hear my heart—not the one they warned you about,but the one that broke itselfto tell the truth. I hope the silence between my linesechoes louder than the rumors…
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[right where you left me]
i’m right where you left me because moving on feels like betrayal but staying still feels like survival -Amelia James
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[still there]
Thirteen years, and still I stand,A ghost in the ruins of your goodbye.Time rushes past, indifferent,But I remain, frozen in the echo of us. I comb through memories,Searching for the me I wasBefore your lies shaped my world,Before the truth unraveled me. Was it you I loved, or the mirage?The version crafted in the glow…
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