Crushing on someone is a worthless game
Of playing yourself
No true victories. Just boredom
Your imagination goes wild
Your heartbeat races as you’re close to winning
But technically, in reality, nothing had happened
You’re still at Start
Still blocking pawns, yes of different shades
But they’re your pawns, no one else’s
So eventually you realize you’re blocking yourself
Those pawns of your fears and doubt- nervousness
Laughing at you in your single state of mind
You need another to tangle
So break out of jail and steal what’s yours.
If not then you will still play all alone.
And when one of your sides win
You cheer, you smile, you get bubbly inside
Then someone comes and gives you that look
That narrow, eyes in the corners look
And the warmth in your belly turns south
Reality comes and slaps you in the face
You’re still at start, honey
And your wanted love is still spaces away.
-Written by LeQuita C. Harrison