Foolish Hearts.

 A smile of real laughs was all they ever saw. A girl with flowers in her hair with love in her blood ran around with a boy of devilish smiles. A trickster he was with the foolish hearts of the ones that fell under his unbreakable spell. The words were always what one wanted to hear as they slithered more and more under a trap of twisted movements. He knew he had her sealed in his palm just like so many others. But the innocence the girl was held with would never see this side of him. No, she saw the one who supposedly fell in love with her mind of beautiful thoughts. Apart of her never felt right but she was always told not to follow mind over matter. And her matter told her to love him with everything she had. So she devoted her existence to a heartless man that would just add her name to a list of broken spirits. But how was she suppose to know that a demon like that hid in the flawless man of words?

 Her smiles faded and the girl fell too far. Her love was too strong for his meaningless kisses. The truth slowly spilled out as she refused to believe. She never smiled in the black pit that was her love. Lonely nights when he said he'd be there tore her innocence away piece by piece. By the time she caught him with another the flowers didn't fill her hair anymore. The thorns grew a cage around her heart that hid her from the foolishness that her memories held. She hid away in the kingdom of darkness that was mapped in her mind. So she broke. Broken pieces of her heart scattered around the floor as he stepped on them willingly without a question. Her hatred for him sparked in her bones with no second chances. She stilled loved him for everything he wasn't. She loved him for the words that seemed so true, the movements that seemed so graceful, and the way he made her feel so special. But with those thoughts she couldn't help but find hate for herself because she wasn't special, his words weren't true, and yet a love of him still rattled in her head.

 That's the thing about love; you fall for the ones you shouldn't love and once you do there is no getting out. Because love is only a dark pit of memories and broken pieces; and the rareness to ever fully climb out only lays with how strong your heart can battle. Because in a simple definition, love is only a long lost battle and it's up to you if it's worth fighting for. Because the battles that I pick are always worthy of a fight even if parts of me don't fully agree.