ashton

ashton Dec 2018

you were the moon,
and i, the tide.
you hauled me in,
only to set me loose again.
"i'm sorry, i love you"
bruises from the impact litter my spine, my ribs.
"forgive me"
the words emerge from your coarse lips,
begging me to overlook the torment.
"it won't happen again"
i try to escape, to fly away,
but the arduous grip of your hand keeps me on the ground,
cemented with a scar to show for it.
and as i stare at you, the fury burning in your eyes,
it's now me repeating those same words.

**trigger warning

#abuse #sadpoem #abusiverelationship

ashton Dec 2018

do you?

do you look both ways before you cross my mind?
or do you cut across the tracks,
hoping my train of thought hits you?
forcing me to think of you?
do you revel in the anguish you cause me,
as you dance around my consciousness?
do you bathe in the tears i shed over you?
do you frolic on the shattered fragments of my heart,
grinning at the work you did?

#heartbreak #sadpoem #sad #love

ashton Dec 2018

the hidden piece

the scent of you still lingers.
a piece of you is embroidered into my pillow,
and i can never bring myself to wash it;
to get rid of the only remnant of you that i have left.
so it remains,
the pillow tucked away in the corner of my bed, untouched.
untouched, until i miss you. until i lie awake, staring at the ceiling.
only then, do i touch it.
only then, do i hold it, and breathe in your scent.

#sad #heartbreak #missing

ashton Dec 2018

r.k.

i spend my days craving your touch;
to feel your body against mine,
connecting on a level i've never experienced before.
when you smile, your dimples give me a sense of security,
and i'm overwhelmed with how much i would do for you;
how much i would give up to keep the smile on your face.
i yearn to be with you, to kiss you, to hold you.
and once i do, i'm never letting go.

for you, riley kennedy.

#love

ashton Dec 2018

hidden

every day,
i cover my pain
with a veil.
i disguise my agony
with a mask.
so no one knows
how sad i truly am.

#sad #depression

ashton Nov 2018

acrimony

he‘s the embodiment of chaos,
an epitome of insecurity.
rage travels within his veins,
eventually percolating from his fangs,
masquerading itself as honey
and allowing me to swallow it all down.
and once im bulging with his animosity,
he sinks his fangs into the plump exterior of my heart, draining me of everything i am.
until im nothing but putty in his hands.

my ex is a little *****

#poetry #poet #heartbreak #ex #love #writer

ashton Nov 2018

just a little gay

the kiss was full of passion and desperation,
their tongues battling as their hands find each other, interlacing.
it was rushed, almost like if they slowed down, their time together would be cut short.
the women explore each other, the sensuous feeling of the other's hands pressed against their body sends shocks down their spine.
all concerns and anxieties dissipated when the two were together like this. when they were alone with only their desire and tenderness, they were free. free from disappointed families, from the bigotry of the universe, they were free from the appalling looks from strangers.
they were together, and neither girl would let go.

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