Life with Lo

Put me down,

your dirty chess piece.

I no longer want to be

a pawn in your mastery.

I’m checked out,

and I’m long gone.

Drinking wine in the afternoon

just to bring color

to this cartoon.

Not so much a fuck this

as it is a “fuck you.”

You can place a label

on whatever you want.

A psychiatrist says it’s trauma,

but I think that’s wrong.

It’s in the Kings I choose,

and I chose you.

I’m checkmated every time,

like protecting me is a crime.

You want nothing more than to

destroy me 

while I lose.

You think it’s humorous,

you must,

why else would you enjoy defeat

like you’re so victorious.

You only see

in black and white.

Not a smidgeon of gray,

only your rules of the game.

They say you’re broken too,

but not like me,

that’ll send you to the loon.

You can place blame,

so you appear as the knight.

The image sparkles;

you’re a hero in their eyes.

I’m tired.

I can’t fucking keep up.

Who do I cry to?

If I get blamed for that too?

I’m nothing more than wood,

or plastic,

whatever will last you the longest.

No shame in your game,

you’ll play them just the same.

I should feel special,

but I don’t.

I should feel chosen,

but you won’t.

I beg you,

please throw the board away.

No one will look in the trash,

and no one will ever ask.

but I’ll thank you

for no more wasted time.

I’ll bless you,

and forgive you for what was mine.

Maybe I’ll love you,

because through it all,

I still moved my piece,

like a good little deed.

I’ll see you later,

maybe never?

We’ll keep in touch 

through the stories that you’ll tell.

I’ll be viscous,

it’s delicious,

oh the best version

you relay so well.

I’ll miss you,

just like I miss them all.

Call it delusion,

or call it sanity and Hell’s

beautiful fusion.

Find yourself a Queen,

one who’d love to be

sacrificed 

and bleed on her knees.

I believe in you,

with the belief I couldn’t

hold for myself.

You can do this.

Shit,

you can do it like no one else.