I remember the gilded days the gilded times and the ways you said you loved me it felt like the breeze before a thunderstorm was approaching and the next day we'd fight or even the same day we'd fumble and break even miles away when I say gilded I mean lovely lovely but damaged, when we'd see each other we'd fake the happiness and caress through the pain and when I say gilded I mean bittersweet you always said I fit you better than your favorite sweater but that sweater had its tears and we had our weaknesses at first it was was each other but then yours was her and mine was still you now when I said gilded I meant unbreakable yet shattered like my heart when you said you love her they say all that glitters is gold but when I say gilded sometimes all that glitters isn't real like a diamond bezel that's actually fake just like how you cared for me but really you cared for her and when I say gilded I mean when I longed for the times that you said you loved me just like your favorite songs and your favorite ideas but when it wasn't the time for that I would say I hate you and you'd say it back we'd fuss and fight I'd look for ways to feel empty just like the last bottle I could find and when I said gilded I meant Id act happy but I was insane so when I say gilded I only mean it past tense because now these are the silver times and when I say silver not golden and gorgeous but shiny and like steel and realistically I am now worthy and almost healed.