it's funny
i can't watch a single move of yours
without doubting my own
a chessboard
bloodied pieces
stuck together with children's glue
a post in my chest, vampires
and i'm terrified
this is not for the faint of heart
it's funny
no it's not
that everything was fine
until we ended up torn apart
ripped to shreds
perfect horror movie protagonists
they'll exit and give good reviews
go on with their days
but you and me
stuck here forever
a game of stalemate, time's running out
it's up to either one of us
to make a move
deadly, defeated
a heart's blitzkrieg
checkmate.
YOU ARE READING
melted
Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
