A poem about a raven who is the grim reaper.

Getting out of a bad relationship, then running into the person and explaining more in detail why it happened, wanting them to really know what they had contributed to causing the break up.

Do not assume the worst.

A poem comparing my young, teenage life to chess. There’s many metaphors in there speaking about how youngsters sometimes want to grow up too fast.

Being used….

Breaking up is the hardest thing to do, but do it with your head held high.

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This poems outcome can be found when we read the first letters of each sentence. I have played chess since twelve years old and it took me just about that much time to finally win my teacher. My son and I now play occasionally.

This is a poem that I wrote after a long relationship that was nothing that I expected it would be. Its for anyone who has ever felt played in their relationship.

The deepest and most sorrowful existence ever.