Check Mate

It’s a peculiar state I’m in.
While in your presence,
I become radioactive.
Chemicals course through me,
And set me alight.
Losing sleep over what could be,
Wondering why wrong feels right.
Watching, in the theatre of my mind,
The infinite paths to check-mate.

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