I’m not sure what
intentions the universe has,
but whatever they are,
they are pulling my heart
apart
at the seams.
My bad habits
tear the beating muscle,
but his charm is
always there to
stitch me back up.
An endless cycle
I’m perpetually wishing
would end.
The pain in leaving
too many stains
on my nice white blouse,
but he serves as bleach
every damn time.
Each cup of coffee
is sipped with purpose,
each movie is watched
with a quaint fluxuation
of soft hope.
I find my memory
going for jogs
and coming back to deliver
sweets spurts that slap
a smile onto my face,
reminding me of your charisma.
Every move in this
giant scale chess game
is contradicting itself.
As a perplexed chess piece,
I’m unsure how this game
is going to play out.
