i do not care to reminisce with your days of deceit.

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

we let silence get the best of us.

we are chasing time
as it echoes through us,
a lingering resonance of reminders
blooming like desperate voices
all racing and resolute
and aching to stain the world with poetry
we tumble like falling petals
beneath a frosted sun,
no sunlight shimmer,
just the dying wisps of melancholy filled mums
twisted up and hidden within the ashes,
left on the grave of all the words
we never got to say
– ashley jane