[Opening]
I play dark, you play light
Your move towards me, a pre-destined sign
I want your heart, I gave you mine
But my gambit, you decline.
[Middlegame]
Your pieces out, a closed defense
But I can tell, you mean "yes"
My royal pin, you reject
So I keep you, in a constant check
[Endgame]
I had played the perfect game
My forcing moves you couldn't escape
But your hidden queen, comes into play
You stands your ground, stare me down, and state:
Checkmate.

You're always closing your eyes , almost as if it hurts to look at things.

Nestled in a cozy booth,
Careful latte sips,
Soulless black eyes,
Sheltered by those tortoiseshell frames,
Entranced with some battered book.
And here I sit parallel,
Fiddling with a long cold coffee cup,
Pretending to not be falling for you

I am not obsessed, alright?
Obsession is an *understatement

The sky ,a shade of your angry eyes
With the flawed illusion of gray
The kind that reminds you of agony
The kind that never goes away.
Citadels high , asphalt laid down
Playing as concrete masks
Wallflowers hide as wallflowers do
From people walking past.
Never do the colors floss
Your trench coats and skirts, all the same
Does ever a person pass
Who knows more than your name?
For wallflowers hide as wallflowers do
From all those undignifies stares
Elegantly growing like ivy on brick
Always knowing, always there.

The night draws in , closer
the canvas turning into the darkest blue
and here, we keel over in this fear,
the lanterns are lit but darling,
the darkness conquers
our breaths curl like smoke, into the heavens,
we disappear;
diminished  to nicotine-scented memories
the little details lost and so long forgotten