Chess

He moves me around like pieces of a chess board
A game he fully intends to win
He uses me like a pawn in a game of life
And he knows I will never quit

With his pen and with his will he continues to record
Every single squinch I make because he likes it when I sin
And deeper in he puts the knife
For I can never match his wit

For months his darkness I explored
I still feel him deep within
Many times I dropped the strife
And he still would not submit

I turn to rage when I’m ignored
Do you think it makes him grin?
I ask him not to be his wife
Just a friend I can commit

© Delia Ross. 2019

Make love, not war ✌

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