i loved you first.

Once, there was a girl who wore her dedication in her hair, roses and honeysuckle threaded through. She loved you. She used to tell you so while you were sleeping, a whisper too fragile for the harsh light of day, a secret too heavy for your back.You didn't love her. For all the gravity and hope, she was nothing more than solace and winestains. The bruises you left inside her. Once, you were a boy who could have changed the way time and space intertwined. Now, you're the hole in her lung.
Once there was a prince who set his whole kingdom alight for a serving girl. He left her three weeks later.For a tavern wench.