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.