Gilded

To the girls with hearts of smoke and dust-

battlefields of bone and rust-

I know it hurts.

And they say you're stronger for it,

as if heartbreak

is the most interesting thing about you-

but there are no victors in war.

Not even him,

the boy with the golden heart

and cruel hands.

His gilded heart is

peeling at the edges now,

and underneath there is

only stale air

and broken promises.

(they look so pretty there, wrapped in gold.)

but there is no love.

This is no place for a battlefield heart, darling girl.

I just hope you know

that some people

are not worth fighting for.