Alice in Wonderland Poem <3

Days, weeks, months and years
I’m still missing you, but I’ve stopped shedding tears
I’m passed the stage, where crying could ease my pain
I know you can’t come back, but your memory remains

So, take your hands out of my chest
‘Cause they’re doing their very best
To ruin me

And it’s a heartbreaking feeling
And I can’t stop reeling
This time I won’t make it out alive
And it’s like you’re still with me
But you’re never really
This time they can bury me alive

Getting up, getting to work
Going through the motions, like I’m fucking numb
Pretend I’m fine, but if you could read my mind...

My relationship with you resembles a chess game with two players, I can never predict what you will do and should never get lost in distraction. Something about the game of chess is you must pick your own strategy and not allow your opponent to distract you. You should never make a move based on predictions, based on what move you opponent will make, otherwise in the end when you must revert to your own strategy you will be trapped.

I cannot read your mind. I cannot help but wonder what move you will make...what is your strategy? Are your emotions genuine? Or are they based on how pretty my...