We glossed over the cracks
They came back deeper, even
longer, recrossed, criss crossed and
embossed themselves onto my heart,
and onto the board.
The heart you broke, no the heart
you stole by mating it.
I was once your queen of hearts,now
reduced to a pawn in your game,
does she know of me?
As I know of her, I know
her name.
I know her game
I just didn't know yours.
Do you know mine?
Once I was the queen in your bed
Now I'm afraid I'm reclaiming
My throne.
The queen is at her most powerful when the board is open,
I've opened the board and closed the bedroom,
didn't you know in chess, as in life
the queen is less restricted and more powerful in closed positions.

I wish to delve into your poetry
and weave among the words,
walk silently between the lines
sit by pauses incase I'm heard

I want to immerse myself in your phrases
stand tall with the titles you choose,
hide behind the metaphors
myself, I want to lose

I need to lay among the romance
rest my head upon your heart,
listen to your soft whispers
and just watch as you pen your art

I am the boy
Standing in the rain
Wishing they understood

I am the teen
Who thinks he knows it all
And wishing that he could

I am the cutter
With the blade at my skin
Wishing the pain could subside

I am the friend
With all the advice
Wishing to live life

I am the heartbreaker
With the guilt on my shoulder
Wishing she was here to hold me

I am the
The boy,
The teen,
The cutter,
The friend,
The heart-breaker,
Wishing, wanting
To be set free