Playing chess with my heart

look, I love the earth but I reject the heartbeat

It’s beat me up fair and square leaving me near dead

At least my one has had its fair share

fair share of tears shed

My oh my

if you`re reading this, it is too late

They lied to us

A heart is there to pump blood

These blood sucking villains

Pointing fingers and crowning me victim

I took a metaphor too serious they say

And so I was naive they say

How else can I explain myself

believe myself,

that the heart were some muscle of love

love love love, what does that even mean, love?

I luv you. Its not you upsss

I don’t love you, crushing, only to be crushed

Crushes my spirit time and time, over and under the bus

Its cuffing, but only to pump and dump

no one told me this was just a game?

Why didn’t you tell me this was a fowl play?

just to thunder down every heart-beat within me after lighting my world?

you could have as well ripped the blood pumping muscle and the cords?

Everything is just a game to you judging by your words

Once I learn the keycodes you are dummed

Tell me who made the rules loom?

just to keep us begging for some ambigous amount of affection

They told us till death do us apart, what happened to that?

not till your balls circumvent the blue,

not till the papers divorced the two

I’m confused

You swore you’d save me, we’d make it out of the castle conjoined

Just to defect, diverge, depart, divorce, you scum

a venturesome act of leaving me, is not nearly close to a tradeoff

I can only imaging, how much pleasure you derive from sucking another soul you know?

You are a villain and I the victim but under freewill I’d turn the tables around you know?

I must say your competition is one without remorse

I mean look what you’ve caused?

Heaven on earth for one, whilst I set the table for two

I feel scammed

A whole generation longing for a crumb of human dignity

Even worse, I catch myself becoming a scammer

Guess what? you’re an object to me now

Remember its a mere metaphor now

You win hearts over and reshuffle them like cards

In a system that is only just for a few breeds

the white male, and sometimes the dark mates

you’ve left us all no choice than to become breadwinners

I mean, how did you think this was going to unfold?

Even those “good ones” that engage in this prisoners dilemma for years

I see them, they come out with nothing but venge

look, I love the earth but I reject this heartbeat

At least my one does not seem at ease with the options that are rendered

Perhaps, its not the heart that is faulty and gendered

Perhaps its the people who are close to the heart

What happens if the queen moves away

far from the king

will I finally check mate?

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