Tag: spoken word
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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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[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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