i don’t ever want us to be anything but what we are
i can’t imagine us
being anything but what we’ve grown to be
and i hate how you always say you’re sorry
when it’s my fault we’re in this mess
our chess pieces are mirrored
but something’s wrong
and a stalemate is where we’ve met
on a battlefield of hurt feelings and
emotions that don’t belong
our pieces move in tandem
yet we’re broken somewhere in the
middle
but i can’t remember how to feel
Interesting way to approach chess.
ReplyDeleteI like the game, but I often feel frustrated when I play it, much the sort of emotion I wanted to bring across. A sort of bitter sadness brought across by frustration.
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