Tag: writing
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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…
amelia james poetry