You Can't Have Her.

Snuck in again
you tricky fiend?

Grabbed her hands
Whispered false 
promises with every
swallow of wine

Screaming distortions
and outright lies upon
every glimpse in
the mirror, every
swallow of food.

You may be manipulating'
quite a few parts,
yet you do 
not have the most
vital piece.

Her heart,
you bastard.

For that is held
in fire and steel,
and guarded by
something you 
will never beat.

​Love.