They say chivalry is dead.

But what can you expect
When you give a heart
That is still on the mend
To men that treat you with disrespect
Then you call it “playing hard to get”.
And they’ll keep on doing it.
After they disregard the spirits in your speech,
And the hymns in your thoughts,
As long as they get to worship
The god in between your thighs.

It’s not a challenge
It’s psychology.
And monogamy
Is seen too close to monotony. 

So how could you blame me for a broken heart?

When you clip your wings
Just to empty your feathers onto their laps.
Offering yourself wholeheartedly
Into the open embrace of a guillotine.
Treating it like a place to forget.
A place to remember to forget
Because you can’t take being alone
Any longer than it takes to miss them.

Miss the warmth of a lover’s arms
In the cold of September,
When you can fall the way autumn does
For the reflection in your mirror.
Miss the feeling of Friday nights
Now everyday feels like Monday morning
And you’re just trying to get through it.

You turn your heart into a martyr
For bad decisions and hasty mistakes.
Riddle the sky with sorry’s to yourself
Until the dark tears itself open.
Open the blinds and see sunshine bare tears
For the last time
That you forget
That you deserve better.

Find men that can treat you with respect
That can treat you like a lady
Because there are too few of either
For you to tether your heart to a mistake.