The pieces beside you
are the ones you need
to have by your side.
The opposite end
are the enemies
you'll meet
through life.
This is the game of chess;
and it's your life.
To win, make a move.

God said that I was his favorite,
but the Devil leaned and whispered:
"I used to be his favorite too."

I wake up.
It was all a dream.
With tears in my eyes,
threatening to spill.
I smile through it.
At least I got to
be with you for a bit;
even if it was just a dream.

My mind is not just one,
but two.
It may be rooted in grace,
but it has fallen too.

There’s a green light in my eyes
when you come across my mind.
Everything around me begins to blur,
as if nothing is seen; I go blind.

I desperately want to recapture
the love we had left behind…
But I think of Nicky’s words:
“You can’t repeat the past.”

And my heart begins to wail,
“if he loved me before,
he could love me again.”
But I’m scolded by my mind,
“you can’t reclaim
what has been lost;
you can’t recapture
what doesn’t want to be caught;
you can’t take back something
that’s already gone.”

You might have been
considered chaotic,
but in my eyes, you
were the order that
I yearned to have
reinstated in my life.

I've realized everyone tells me to
let go and never look back;
but it makes me hold on tighter to
what we ha(d)(ve).

“I think I’m ready to move on.”

“I thought you loved me?”

I woke up to no one.

I spent about 4 years
never looking at anybody-
talking to anybody the
way I did with you.

I kept to myself because
in my mind, I was always yours.

If that wasn’t love,
then what was?