It took a long time for me to consider myself a writer. I still struggle with saying it. I started writing at a young age to work through feelings I didn’t dare tell anyone. I learned that once you start writing, it becomes a part of you. It’s something you always go back to whenever you are overwhelmed with certain emotions. People don’t always listen to your words, but the paper always listens to the pen.
Letting Them Go
Last Word
Long Drives and Love Songs
Empty Sheets
bittersweet moments tossed aside for clean sheets, all soft white and empty I was tired of getting lost in your memories -ashley jane
Chasing Silence
An Ode
Unforgiven
you wove your words into my skin, planted them like roses to bloom, and i felt them blossom, bringing thorns with them you hid pain in prettiness as those thorns cut deep, slicing open my veins, filling me with your hostility and that carefully disguised rage ...