there is no cure for this disease.

an elixir

like pills and nightshade,

dopamine swallowed down

with champagne,

romance and roses

sitting on broken tables,

emotional blackmail in a pretty vase

we are the vandals of our own hearts,

carefully caged in a prison

of our own creation

we are love sick

and looking for a fix

that can’t be found in a bottle

– ashley jane