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

i’ll show you how the ocean cleanses the soul.

i saw you

cast your cares into turquoise seas,

watched you fumble

with these glass emotions

until they became stars in an amethyst sky

i already know where you go when you hide

and how you swallow down words

until only silence remains,

abandoned breaths still calling your name

let me breathe your secrets

i want to taste the pain you keep

buried beneath your skin

– ashley jane

this museum isn’t open to the public.

i steep fading memories

in wildflower tea,

walk through vacant rooms

where stale air clings to my skin,

the smell of moths and medicine,

reminders

suspended above,

empty frames on amber walls

in a house filled with little more than silence

you made saying goodbye an art form,

vases full of fallen petal promises,

masterpieces inside every room,

and me, with my own private viewing

– ashley jane

we let silence get the best of us.

we are chasing time
as it echoes through us,
a lingering resonance of reminders
blooming like desperate voices
all racing and resolute
and aching to stain the world with poetry
we tumble like falling petals
beneath a frosted sun,
no sunlight shimmer,
just the dying wisps of melancholy filled mums
twisted up and hidden within the ashes,
left on the grave of all the words
we never got to say
– ashley jane