the art of loving you

thirty five.

we are the aftermath
of a nuclear explosion,
torn apart at the atomic level.
yes we might have killed the flames
but that's only the beginning,
there is poison in the air
and despite that
we're all breathing.
it's a war torn nation
and we're fighting till the end,
you want to fight for me
but i'm on her side instead.
it's a nasty bloodsport,
this thing called love,
and we've broken up the teams:
he's the lone knight
and you're a rook,
stuck behind the scenes;
i'm just a pawn
but she's my queen
who rules without a king.