Gilded

The shine of our love brightens every corner of your castle.

Too bad I live in a neighborhood where the seatbelts are not fastened,

And the people spit out kings like you, my love.

You are a sweet drink I wish I never tasted,

A rock I wish I never had to throw,

And I am the dove sitting on your tower, cold and wasted.

But you spend all your riches on cars whiter than blow.

I wonder if you have said a sentence so true it hurts,

A sentence longer than a “no”.

I wonder if you have tripped up and gotten bruised by your words.

The leaves are turning yellow, poisoned by my luck.

You do not wish to hear me out, you have your swords,

Soldiers that kill, accomplices that duck,

And a fortune of kingdom times four.

The shine of your love brightens every corner of you.

I will always be just a footnote dropped on the floor.

My love, I hope the unbribable sunsets turn you blue

As I slip out of the gilded door.

-Jackie