Ashley

I'm a borrowed daydream living under a cheap July sky. A kaleidoscope of colours formed into being. These words are a poor substitute for my moods and emotions. Nothing is real, everything is real. Cheap champagne and pills don't work anymore, just the scent of you and your confusing words. I've fallen in love with a smile that's dripping, please die. I'm a Saturday soul on a Monday night. The fair-weather friends are keeping score in journals and in whispered voices. Thats okay. The poets come to life in hotel rooms and bathroom stalls. The writings on the wall.

I may call you up and take your time, I rambled about nothing, everything. I colour my hair and draw on my skin. I have holes in my ears that aren't just for listening. My fingers have bled for the cold metal strings that create my beating heart. I'm homesick for places I've never been. I miss hearts I've never loved. I'm never gonna pretend to be more than I am - just a girl trying to figure myself out, and how dare I?