We are dancing around the board;
I’m on a black square, you’ve found the white.
You say it’s fine if I hurt you—
I hope that is true because I might.
There’s a knight standing beside me,
And a bishop that beckons you still.
Perhaps we should cut this game short;
By now, we both should have had our fill.
You suggest we let this play out,
And because I don’t want it to end,
I’m willing to finish this round—
Although it’s torture, I won’t pretend.
The pieces are all out of whack;
We are playing a game we can’t win.
But we’re dancing around the board,
And I just want one last little spin.
Checkmate is mine for the taking,
But I want this sick game to go on.
You have made me feel like a Queen,
Though I’m probably only a pawn.
Perhaps you weren’t clear on the rules,
Or thought it was alright to cheat.
My strategy has been all wrong;
The force will knock us off of our feet.
This has cost us both far too much,
But somehow I do not love you less.
We should never have dared to play
Such a goddamn twisted game of chess.