Unwilling Benefaction
Teen trash—I never fully explored the metaphor, I think I just liked the sound of "benefactor."
You have never claimed to be a benefactor of my will
But what does my will have to do with it anyway
The grass that grows between these chess pieces is out of my control
It's just there for you to smoke
And if a benign and gentle breeze
Meandered its way through the trees
My chess pieces would fall
And I would stand and watch
As you let the wind blow you away
And I wouldn't let you see
How much it bothered me
That I liked the way that wind would play
In our hair
Which wouldn't be hard, I guess, since you're no longer there
It's not your fault
For you never claimed to be a benefactor of my will
And it's not your fault
That I don't know how to play chess
And this world that spins beneath our feet
Knocking me off balance, rendering me obsolete
It has nothing to do with you
About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
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