this distance tastes
like crimson and clover,
like whiskey on the rocks,
like m e m o r i e s
i swallow them down,
waiting
underneath the stars,
tethered to your deception,
to empty promises
and elusive dreams,
to illusions of love
that were only skin deep
i stand
beneath broken skies,
holding out for you
to say something true
but, we both know
that was never something
you knew how to do
– ashley jane