A Game of Chess

It's my turn again

We exchange insults like a quick match of ping pong

And declarations of love like a slow match of chess

Always back

And

Forth

I've been on my game recently

But I haven't been myself

I've been too busy being you

Being the monster under my bed

Being the cloud over my head

I anticipate your moves now

Since we are one and the same

I'm used to losing but not anymore

You play a pawn of promises

And I'm quick to counter it with rook's wrath

You come for me with a bullying bishop

But by knight I've got you cornered

And by day I've got you in check

You forget that you're the one who taught me how to manipulate

To cheat

To play dirty with my emotions

You might be queen of the game

But the game ends with me, the king

So I take another turn

Your move now

This poem is actually about a loved one that I don't really get along with. There's a sense of emotional abuse throughout this poem. Lines of "manipulation" and "cheat" stand out, and the game of chess is set to resemble the relationship I have with this person.