Tag: words
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[soft]
i want to be soft again. not naive.not blind.just…soft. the kind of soft that stares at the twilight skylike it’s a love letteraddressed to no one and everyone all at once.the kind that exhales,and feels the stars exhale back. i want to believe in magicwithout needing proof.not because someone told me it was real—but because…
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[bear trap]
they called it gossip.called it drama.said i was tearing him downby telling the truthout loud. as if silencewas the holier wound. they didn’t seethe wild animalcaught in rusted steel—the blood,the flinch,the instinct to bitebefore being hurt again. the trap?he set it.baited it with love.with God.with promiseshe never meant to keep.with a voicethat knew how to…
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[to be seen]
i wish she had seenthere was a personon the other side of the screen—someone who read every wordand felt itlike it was meant to bruise. i knew she hated melong before she said it.the silence told me first.the look in her eyeswhen we passed in the hallwaytold me again.and the messages—they just confirmedwhat my body…
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[justice in her bones]
i was soft once.sacred, even.they never talk about that.only the partwhere i turned to stone. no one askswhat it does to a bodyto be touched without asking—then cursedfor being touched at all. they said it was punishment.but it felt like aftermath.like the gods didn’t knowwhat else to do with me,so they made me dangerousand called…
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[fine line]
i’m in betweenthe fine line of remembering and forgetting you -Amelia James
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[erosion]
you said you wanted to marry me.not in a grand gesture,just softly—like something you already believed. you gave me your grandfather’s ringand placed it in my handlike a promiseyou hadn’t finished writing. and i built a future around that sentence.let it echothrough the quiet parts of my day. i imagined holidays with your family,mornings in…
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[terminal]
they say it’s over.but my body still flincheslike it’s not.like the break-upnever left the room. grief doesn’t always howl.sometimes it just lingersin the same clothesyou wore when the story broke. they called it heartbreak.i called it survivalwith a limp.they called me dramatic.i called it remembering too well.they called it the past.i called it current events. you…
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[trojan horse]
they didn’t believe her.not when she cried.not when she begged.not when she said,“this isn’t just in my head.” they told her to move on.to stop making it worse.to let it go. but you didn’t let it go, did you? you picked up her storywhile she was still living it.scratched your nameinto pages that weren’t yoursand…
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[enough]
i think the worst partwas how subtle it was.how you changed just enoughto make me second-guess myself.how the distance came in inches,not miles.how you said all the right thingsbut started meaning them less. you thought i wouldn’t notice—the shift.the pauses.the way your storiesgot softer around her nameand sharper around mine. you kept sayingyou loved me.and…
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[brave]
you called me bravewhen i stood by you.when i fought for us.when i swallowed my doubtsand made excuses for your distance. you said i had this strengthyou’d never seen before—how i held things togetherwhile you slowly let go.how i kept believing youeven when your stories didn’t line up. but the second i stood upfor myself—the…
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Amelia James Poetry 