i left a paper trail of poetry,
a path for you to follow
when you finally decided
that you needed me after all,
whispers in the dark
that would guide you to my heart
looking back,
i should’ve known
that my words would never be enough
see, i’d been screaming for years,
waiting for you to listen,
holding on to the hope that one day
you’d remember
how good we had it
but fickle fate had other plans
somewhere along the way
i realized it wasn’t you
that was lost
it was me

ashley jane

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a storm of change.
it took me awhile to see.