Late Night Dopamine ‣ This is your brain on love.

Swore she'd only daydream on morning walks

Her park strolls now canvas city blocks

Traded tangled sheets in for five a.m.

Needed to shed her soul, so she’s running again

Tried self-help, therapy, medication

Yoga, kava, crystals, meditation

The doctors all say she's getting too thin

But her mind's as heavy as it's ever been

Each turn, her roads merge down Memory Lane

Took the express way last night to detour the pain

In a fast lane to bypass neurocircuitry

Saved his number in her phone as "Dopamine”

Perhaps a mind's only fine when it pretends

Must be why it always begins again

But she wants to want to want it to end

So she spends her days reading books

And her nights writing them

Still the prose echos, what's done is done

In throes, she knows, solatium won't come

Cause he's just too stubborn to succumb

Could never make the right choice

Until he tried all the wrong ones