Tag: poetry
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[the ghost of you]
He fed me lies,wrapped in sweet words,like candy coated poison—and I devoured them,starved for love,starved for anythingthat felt like care,only to realize I was devouring my own destruction. He swore he loved me—what a fucking joke.Lips that spoke of foreverwhile his hands were alreadydipping into someone else’s heart.And when I caught him,he spun a new…
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[the weight of heartbreak]
Sometimes, the wound becomes a tether— the aching reminder of a love once vibrant, a truth we clung to, a life we built. Healing feels like severing that tie, sanding down the rough edges of memory until it slips from our hands entirely. The scars whisper: remember, and we listen, even when it breaks us. …
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[time’s sweet time]
Time is taking its sweet time erasing you,Each moment stretching like a shadow at dusk,A slow ache that refuses to fade,As if my heart is still bound in your trust. The clock ticks soft, a hesitant pace,Whispering secrets of what once was ours.But questions bloom like weeds in this space,Their roots entwined with my sleepless…
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[even still]
After all these years Different versions of me Still love all the pieces of The same version, The same lie, Of you -Amelia James
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[The Weight of Truth]
sister to “the weight of chaos” You spun your web of pretense,each thread a subtle distortion,a tapestry wrought with guile,crafted in the shadows where light dared not trespass.But even as your whispers dissipated like smoke,I discerned the contours of truth,untouched,immutable. You called me innocent,but I was never naive—I was attuned to clarity,my gaze unclouded by…
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[The Weight of Chaos]
You stir the stillness,whispering falsehoods that cling to the air,each deception a filament,entangling me in webs of doubtuntil my breath stutters,my pulse quickens,and I fracture. You prevaricate,sidestepping truth like a shadow,crafting narratives that belong only to you.Your words slip through crackslike water over stone,leaving me gaspingfor the clarity you withhold. In the distorted mirror of…
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[nowhere to go]
Poke the bear, they said,until her claws carve truth into the air.Who’s afraid of little old me?Not them—not yet. Pain sharpened into punishment,lashing out at every shadow,every hand too close.Anger needed a home,and I gave it mine. I became the thing I feared,teeth bared,eyes burning with everything I couldn’t bury.Hurt has a way of growing…
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[scripted]
I carry the weight of a storyno one else remembers.It lingers in the marrow of my bones,echoing like a song I never asked to learn. You, the conductor of chaos,wove lies like silk,soft to the touch but unraveling me,strand by strand. I was the scapegoat,branded “crazy,”while you painted yourself in colorsonly I could see were…
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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…
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[where darkness blooms]
Once, she was soft as meadow bloom,A girl who danced in dawn’s perfume.Her laughter wove with morning light,Unaware of fate’s quiet bite. He came like shadow draped in gold,A whispered storm, a grip too cold.The earth split wide beneath her feet—A love, they called it, bittersweet. But love should never wear a chainNor masquerade as…
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