Loneliness

Love is like a game of chess,

you don't know what's going to happen.

You don't know much of anything.

You can be a pawn,

used to gain a new status,

or money,

or sex.

You could be easily thrown away,

tossed into the middle of the fighting.

You could be a knight or rook,

unable to think outside of

straight, neat lines.

Coming to the rescue,

or dashing hopes,

gallantly.

You could be a bishop,

a saint,

the tall one

charged with keeping the peace.

You could be a king or queen,

demanding what you want,

expecting everyone to do

everything for you.

Me?

I'd prefer,

to keep my distance from it all.

Eventually, though,

you get drawn into it,

and you hope,

that you are not the pawn.

Which one are you?