The good and the bad of being 21.
On going it alone.
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Sloppy.
On opening up.
Read MoreToday.
Sept 9/16 Today I am partly cloudy and 13 degrees. I am the sun when it starts to get tired, And I am hoping that tomorrow I will be whole.
Read MoreIf colours were feelings.
July 10, 2016 I am a million shades of different colours and I’m supposed to tell you when I feel grey. But they all blend together so discretely. So I’m sorry that I’m not always sorry I can’t tell them apart. There are nights I could swear to you that I’m pretty sure I’m red, […]
Read MoreDistance & Disease
1/1/2016 Mismatched sentences and goofy smiles Questions that don’t make sense, And statements that aren’t quite lies All in an effort to hide To cover up the effects of age – of disease In ways that only proclaim its speed. This time next year, she probably won’t remember me There are prices we pay when […]
Read More5ft worth of memories.
It’s more than skin and bones that make up this body.
Read MoreIt’s walls breaking down & light seeping in.
from 2015. Being left is picturing your entire world in a different frame of mind. It’s clock handles slowing and sleep getting shorter. It’s looking at your friends and seeing someone different. It’s jealousy that you never thought you’d have – that you never wanted to have. Of them, of him – of people who […]
Read MoreNumber 4.
Some people I knew and some people I loved.
Read MoreI am your once-was, true love.
from 2014. I am the hint of purple on your neck & the bruises on my own knees I am the crack in your bed frame & I’m trying not to be a mistake. You were half smoked cigarettes I was gasoline on a fire You said you liked when it rained I didn’t want […]
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Love, Ashley. 