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Amelia Sapp Dec 2019
reach out and choke
how dare you touch my neck
and my heart
Amelia Sapp Dec 2019
come with me
to the secret garden
let us dance with fairies
and eat wild berries

a cobblestone path
leads us to a witch’s hut
she casts a love spell on you
but not on me

frolic through lavender fields
the bees tell us stories
i am listening to their every word
you are listening to my heartbeat

eat these magic mushrooms
that the caterpillar gave us
i can see your aura and i can smell your words
but you know that feelings every time you look at me

i want to leave, this is not my realm
but you were born here
Amelia Sapp Dec 2019
the moon used to follow me
when i was a child
and filled with joy

but now i don’t see her quite as often
she is busy mourning
the children that she loved
after they grew up
and didn’t love themselves
Amelia Sapp Dec 2019
you were a rare specimen,

i wanted to catch you with my words,

paralyze you with my gaze,

dissect you with my tongue,

and stuff you with my love,

i wanted to keep you as a trophy,

but you were wild, and i was eccentric.
Amelia Sapp Dec 2019
aphrodite gifted me her beauty
but i call upon her to let known,
the smoke that fills my lungs
and the fire that lies in your wake

ares gifted me her ruthlessness
but i call upon her to let known,
the war you started within me
and how untamed i became

athena gifted me her wisdom
but i call upon her to let known,
the thoughts i still have of you
and how skilled you are at being persistent

eleos gifted me her compassion
but i call upon her to let known,
how i still feel pity for myself
and how i wish to mercy you for your misdeeds

these women do not live within me to make me
a weaker version of myself
they live within me
to make me strong
in your absence
Amelia Sapp Dec 2019
i think its okay that you left
we have both changed so much
almost like our time together was stunting our growth
but now that ive grown
i want you to know me as i am today,
not as who i was
and i want to know the stories i didnt get to hear
while i was busy crying over your loss
Amelia Sapp May 2019
catching the hesitation that these silent
worlds glaze

meaningless. smoke. echoing.
though an unworthy lover
stays,

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