checkered rows of skin
light
dark
light
dark

the checkers
filling in the blank space
red lines connecting the dots
of the story on my skin

its a story
a long, long story
of love for the wrong people
of pain from others inflicted upon myself
of regret of things said or not said
done or not done
its a story
of being on the run from your own feelings
of changing yourself for them to only leave
of the loss of your best friend
who won the game of checkers
only to lose something much greater

the story
of my life