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

purple skies are calling.

rose blush skies

fading into a mauve daydream

and she is on a journey between

an orchid afternoon,

and a lavender evening,

but this hush is mulberry

tangled up in aubergine,

the perfect shade to unveil

her latest spell

she is a moon gypsy

and she speaks in shades

of violet magic

– ashley jane

bloom.

we planted words
and watered them with honey,
our own little garden
of love, lies and lullabies
we watched them grow
side – by – side
we told ourselves that love would survive
it was either bloom or die

(we chose to bloom)

– ashley jane

i’ve been here ever since.

i dipped my toes
in the promise of tomorrow,
its unexplored depths calling my name
i let its light filter in on shimmering strands
that swore to cleanse the dirt from my hands
but that ethereal glimmer
didn’t have the answers
so i let the dark speak,
its low hum whispering in the distance,
its smoky tone settling into my bones
i let its echoes guide me home

– ashley jane

she sees your truth.

she belongs with the wolves of winter,

a pack of restless souls bound in spirit,

their gypsy hearts beating in sync

with the rise and fall of a mystic moon

they are truth and purity housed behind

a stubborn love and piercing eyes

they are the wildflower warriors,

all brilliant beauty

with the power to see beneath

all the masks you wear

– 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

rebels with a cause.

we were the rebel youth,
the explorers,
the reckless souls running into the wild
we chased adventure
restlessly
and we found beauty in the most unusual places
we believed that we could make a difference
and we still do

– 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