My heart is not a playground

My heart is not a playground. I decided,

and proceeded to burn it to the ground.

 

I’d rather feel the lick of the fire than

the pain of feeling like a pawn in a pre-decided game. My heart

 

is not a playground, it’s not timid, tame. It’s not a picture

you can put in a frame.

 

My heart is not a playground, and yet

you seem to like moving things around. Making it

 

your home, putting your throne

throwing away all I’ve worked for and felt proud of.

 

My heart is a battlefield, and I will fight to death

to preserve every beat and every sound.

My heart is not a playground.

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