ashley

ashley Jun 2013

Fights

I don't understand
why everything has to turn into
a fight.
If I say something,
you take it as an attitude,
and when I try
to defend myself
or my ideas,
you shut me out and accuse
me of
"talking back."
I seriously can't win
with you.
I feel like all you want to do
is badger me
and make me want to scream.

I just wish
you would leave
me alone.

*a.m.

ashley Jun 2013

4 am

engulfed
in a darkness
so thick
it can
blanket the universe.

thoughts
racing
and mixing
throughout
your mind.

tears
that stream
down your
pink cheeks
and make
waterfalls
down your neck.

these are
what 4am
consists of:

thoughts,
hopes,
and crushed
dreams.

*a.m.

It's 5:13 here so I thought I'd write a poem to distract me from tumblr.

ashley Jun 2013

Growing Up

one day
we will wake up
from this fantasy
we're living in
and snap into
the darkness
that reality brings.

we won't be kids
anymore:
we'll be grown
up,
having a career,
trying to start a
family,
going to our
dream college.

and i can't help
but want to
be the one
you share
those milestones
with.

*a.m.

ashley Jun 2013

Nothing Compares

Not even the way
the moon glows
and lights up the
night sky
can compare
to the sound of your
enticing heartbeat
thump
      thump
            thump
against your
prisoned chest
as your head lay
etched into my neck.

Not even the feel
of raindrops against
my cheeks
compares to
the feel of your hands
as they press into
my very palms,
run down my body,
even as you hold
my face with gentle
care.

Not even the smell
of freshly cut wood,
or baked cookies
compares to the smell
of your strong cologne,
nestled in the tiny
particles of your shirt
and nestled in the skin
of your neck.

Not even the sight
of a beautiful sunset
on the beach
or a lovely rainbow
full of distracting colors
compares to the sight
of your golden eyes
on a hot summer day,
or even your handsomeness
that's constantly showing.

Nothing
   compares
       to
         you

*a.m.

ashley Jun 2013

Confused (once again)

I am literally
trapped in my own mind.
What could be worse
that being so morbidly
confused about your own
sexuality?
It makes me want to
claw at my own skin,
punch a wall,
drown myself in a bath
just to end all the
frustration and anger
and sadness.

What else can I
possibly do?

*a.m.

ashley Jun 2013

With the Power of an Angel

I remember
as tears poured
down my cheeks,
trailed down my neck
and onto my blue shirt,
how you kissed me.

You took
your thumbs and wiped
my pain away,
and just to make sure
it was all gone,
you kissed my lips
with gentle care
and ****** all the
darkness away
with it.

And at that moment,
I knew how much
it would hurt
when you would
say goodbye

*a.m.

ashley Jun 2013

Dark and Enticing

there we sit enticed in a dark room,
the only things audible being
the sound of our heavy breaths
and heartbeats beating a mile a minite.
you grab my hand,
so tight and warm,
and lean in towards me.

"I can't see your lips,"
I say, quite terrified,
"How will I be able
to kiss you?"

"Don't worry,
just feel."

I traces my fingertips
across every nook
and cranny
of your features:
pronounced,
defined,
and came across your
soft rosebud lips.

we both leaned in
to water the flowers
and once we did
I couldn't help but
want to drown
in your love.

your kisses were
like sunshine
on a cloudy day,
each kiss being one
single ray of sunlight.

*a.m.