My heart writes endless love poems to you,
and stores them away in my mind’s locker.
My mind shakes her head in disdain,
and scolds my heart for being in the wrong place.
Even more, she shoves my heart into her locker and secures the lock.
My heart screams and bangs her fists against the locker walls,
begging to get out, stepping on all of her love poems.
All the while my mind sets fire to the bridge,
leaving you on the other side to wonder why.
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