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I break my heart so many times, all for you
but you never understood just the amount of pain that I actually go through.
Do you not understand this anguish?
This agony?
This pain?
Do you see me as a pawn?
Something easily moved and easily sacrificed?
Do you not see me as a person?
But you know that in a game of Chess, that a pawn,
after a weary travel can be transformed into a Queen.
A Queen that can conquer the whole board.
I wish I could be that Queen.
I would try to conquer your heart,
So mine would never break again.
So I would never feel the anguish again.
Nor the Agony.
Nor the Pain.
All I would feel is comfort.
For once in my life comfort.
No more tears to taste salty.
No more shivers from crying.
Only comfort
Your arms around me
And a slow numbing comfort
To heal my
Heart Scars




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