we’ll soon be swallowed up by the heat.

winter rolls off my shoulders,
replaced by a balmy spring
and the sticky press of uncertainty
we drift through a haze of days
where seasons waver,
as do hearts,
both unable to shake the feeling
of unease
this hot air clings,
making love to skin that still aches
for a breeze

– ashley jane

things i can’t throw away.

letters,
folded up in intricate patterns,
once passed between outstretched hands,
an old mixed tape
filled with 90s hits,
photos,
partially burned
but saved at the last minute,
a lucky rabbit’s foot
that, looking back,
really wasn’t all that lucky
memories
tucked in a shoebox
in the back of the closet

– ashley jane

never again.

you were barrooms and bedroom eyes

filled with sweet nothing promises,

and i swallowed down your love

but couldn’t handle the burn

it left me with a black heart

and a mouth full of ashes

and now i regret the way

i let you breathe me in

because your words

left bullet wounds and bruises

all over my skin

while those whiskey lips of yours

felt just like a razor’s kiss

and i let you bleed me dry

– ashley jane

the breeze will catch us.

rust stains

on innocent hands,

a tender sorrow washed away

by the rain,

proclaimed clean,

but the pain is still there

we were wildflowers in eden,

pristine, lovely little things

now, tragedy clings

to petals afraid of falling

sometimes,

there is beauty in the let go

hope is the wind

that will carry us home

– ashley jane

there is no cure for this disease.

an elixir

like pills and nightshade,

dopamine swallowed down

with champagne,

romance and roses

sitting on broken tables,

emotional blackmail in a pretty vase

we are the vandals of our own hearts,

carefully caged in a prison

of our own creation

we are love sick

and looking for a fix

that can’t be found in a bottle

– ashley jane

we’re left as embers and ashes.

i spread all the remnants of you

out on the table,

a pile of memorabilia from another life,

years of photos and letters

scattered within

a tangle of wasted breaths

and words unspoken

ink-stained moments

are all that’s left

of a love that once

burned through the night

– ashley jane

i’ll show you how the ocean cleanses the soul.

i saw you

cast your cares into turquoise seas,

watched you fumble

with these glass emotions

until they became stars in an amethyst sky

i already know where you go when you hide

and how you swallow down words

until only silence remains,

abandoned breaths still calling your name

let me breathe your secrets

i want to taste the pain you keep

buried beneath your skin

– ashley jane

garden of heartache.

wilted,

like funeral roses,

black and crumbling

from the weight of your ghost

they sit in stagnant denial,

thoughts swirling

and dreams drowning

in their desolation,

petals plucked

and seeds strewn

perhaps,

they’ll create

a garden of heartache

for all the lonely people

to water

– ashley jane

some questions have more than one answer.

you asked me who i am,

wanted to know the phases of my soul

i. slow mornings, an amethyst aubade played

just outside a secret window where a crow

waits on the ledge

ii. restless want, connected energies

impatiently waiting for inspiration to strike

iii. lightning crash sea glass secretly hidden

between quartz and crystals and igneous rock

iv. a twist of gothic red splattered across

the innocence of a snow moon shimmer

v. a violet goodnight, an aura of shadows

and purple lace skies decorated in poetry

vi. a journey, the path between body and mind,

between the known and the unknown

vi. beginnings and endings placed like bookends,

displaying the wonder of it all

i insisted that some things cannot be

singularly defined