For the girls with messy hair and thirsty hearts

For the girls with empty stomachs and almost-collar bones

For the girls who are china-doll angels with blue ink stains

blossoming on their skin like watercolour on canvas

For the girls who gave their heart to another

in the desperate hope that they would look after it

And finally,

For the girls who stay up at 2am

The only people awake at that hour

are the lonely and the loved;

insomnia eye-shadowing their eyes

or scratches on their backs