I love to write and sit in coffee shops
i hope your heart aches i hope your heart aches at moments when you are supposed to feel content. i hope moments linger in the
By Ashley Mock3 years ago in Poets
everything is different. years keep passing and i am growing as a person but also further and further away from you.
By Ashley Mock4 years ago in Poets
breathing in the cool autumn air always seems to bring back the chilling memories of the people in your past. isn't it funny that the ones you want
By Ashley Mock5 years ago in Poets
my mom used to say that people never change and i never believed it. i always saw the good in people who weren’t good. when the not good people continued
home is not the place I end up at the end of the day to sleep. home is in your care, driving listening to music while you
your eyes remind me too much of the storm of a boy I used to love. and not because I still love him, but because his waves dismantled and destroyed the
anxiety is a ghost but the haunting is constant, unexpected. like when you feel at peace and suddenly everything goes cold.
the cold air bites at your skin, even though the tears are hot and heavy on your cheeks. you know this feeling like the back of your hand.
We've been running in opposite directions for 8 months. Parallel universe versions of us are ashamed at the distance we make on either side of the same city.