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Shifted

As the space grew between us 
I found myself missing you... 
mourning you... 
grieving you. 

But over time 
my sorrow shifted into anger 
and I was left trying to remember 
why I was ever upset 
in the first place.

November 10, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Memories, Missing, Poetry, You 2 Comments

Deserving

Half-hearted attempts 
and bare minimum efforts 
will not keep me around. 

I deserve more than that... 

I deserve more than you.

October 31, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Poetry, You 5 Comments

Fault

It isn't your fault. 

It's my fault. 

I was the one 
who believed that you 
would be different 
than the rest.

October 29, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Lies, Poetry, Promises, You 2 Comments

The Last

I like to think that you 
think about me too, 
but deep down I know 
I am the last person 
on your mind when you 
go to sleep at night. 

You rest soundly, 
while I struggle 
to close my eyes.

October 28, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Loss, Me, Memories, Missing, Poetry, You 5 Comments

Wanted

Even if everything you said 
in those moments were lies, 
please never tell me that 
your words were not real. 

Let me move on believing that 
I was all you had ever wanted.

October 24, 2023April 27, 2025 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Me, Meh, Memories, Poetry, Wanted, You 11 Comments

Someday

Someday I won't be here 
and I'll exist only in your 
memory. 

You'll be here, surviving, 
picking up the pieces 
of everything I left behind. 

You'll remain stoic, 
with your head held high, 
as you remind yourself 
to stay strong. 

You'll be sad as grief 
dehisces your delicate wounds 
each time they begin to close. 

But eventually you'll move on, 
and that'll be okay... 

Knowing we'll meet again 
in the end someday.

September 14, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Gone, Grief, Me, Memories, Poetry, Someday, You 9 Comments

Insomnia

You may ask me why I'm tired all the time 
and I'll tell you this... 

It's the restless thoughts 
and pointless repetitions. 

It's the endless worries 
and racing questions. 

It's the memories that haven't happened 
as I try to perceive the future. 

And it's the idea... 

And the notion... 

Of living without you.

August 12, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: fuck, Insomnia, Me, Poetry, You 14 Comments

Feast

Desire is callous and fleeting. 

For a period in time, a moment, 
you are craved.

Passionately you are fed upon 
with hungry eyes and 
heavy hands. 

Ravenously loved, 
but only by selfishness, 
lust, and gluttony. 
 
Yet you lie grateful for the feast, 
for you too are starving.

August 11, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Feast, love, Lust, Need, Poetry, Selfish, Want, You 9 Comments

Pure

You are 
an amber 
honey, 
warm and 
unpolluted 
by grays.

July 21, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Honey, Poetry, Pure, Warm, You 3 Comments

Left

I can wish and want 
and dream until my mind 
fizzles out from unrest, 
but still you won't be here. 

I will remain here alone, 
restless without your presence 
as I pace my way through memories 
only I'm left to recall.

July 11, 2023 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Memories, Poetry, You 8 Comments