The Queen of Men

Life is like a game of chess

In reality
It is not the King you’re after
It is the Queen

As she moves gracefully
    Across and around the board
She taunts and plays
    With your mind and emotions
She crushes your heart
    As she takes your game pieces

If you’re lucky enough to conquer her
    It’s as if you have stolen something
            That never belonged to you

Her king
    Does not like to lose
        What’s dear to him
 
He’ll try to destroy your mind
            And ego

He will come for what belongs to him
            With what power he has left  

Distractions of distress
Of a battle
That is played to the end
    Of who can win her heart
        And keep her close

A game of Kings
That appeals to many
    As one may think of  the irony
    When it pertains to life
         The bottled emotions
        Of chasing something                
        That may never belong to you