

The Chess Piece THE CHESS PIECEThe Chess Piece by *tiacait
If I were a chess piece, I'd be a knight.
Everything works, but nothing's goes right.
It's two steps toward, then one step away,
Sitting and waiting for my turn to play.
Bishops may angle their way to the prize.
Rooks have a straight-forward look in their eyes.
Pawns donate their lives to the cause.
The Queen goes where she will, without even a pause.
The King can be Castled to keep him from harm.
The game is over if he "buys the farm."
Then, there is me, on horseback, a knight,
Trying and trying, yet nothing goes right.
I think I can get there, if given the time.
Yet no one hears me. I might as well mime.
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vomitheart. i feel disgusting these days, running around in a raincoat to keep the blood of bleeding hearts off my new clothes. these girls don't know anything about rejection. i'll be sticking the triangle in the circle hole the rest of my life. But thats just the way i like it to be. if no one ever gets close enough to figure me out i guess i wont mind. it just means there ain't nobody in the world for me. but maybe someday someone will come along with the right kind of bandages, and we can sit right here together, filling the gaps, cleaning the wounds, and revealing the secrets of our confusion. we can spend eternity breathing from across plate glass,vomitheart. by ~stoleagun