the stolen hearts

the heat from the fireplace penetrates my thoughts
the frosty borders I built so carefully
my mind loses the internal war

I let you steal my heart
and then sent you to hell
but maybe hell wasn’t a place for you
some of my thoughts are gone

the fire anneals my memories
convincing me that it was worth it
the stolen hearts feel
what the sleepy hearts don’t even know

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