i am walking forwards,
but time is moving backwards
and somehow,
i keep tracing your footsteps
i keep running into you
you celebrate
you call it fate,
but you know i’ve never believed in that
not the way i believe in ghosts
or horoscopes
or bonds that can’t be broken
i am trapped
i am fickle and indecisive
i am whispered dreams
standing at the edge of a scream
but never a follower
no, never
so, will you tell me please
why time has me coming around here,
visiting the minutes of your manipulation,
caught in the seconds of your stare
(i do not like the way these hours feel)
– ashley jane