Blue figure eight

You are like a bunch
 of forbidden figure eights
No matter how I try,
I can never quite turn them into
A king of hearts
You are attractive like a blazing fire,
Casting fiery sparks into the frozen winter air's chill
Your ray of light is addictive, I'm addicted
Got to collect your rays, your fire flies, like Christmas lights,
When I most need to decorate the space
Space that counts, keeps track of how far away I am from you, tugging me like a rope that I can't seem to grip
A segmented chess board stares me in the face from every corner
Whose pieces carry the burdon to hide, cover up, jump over the empty space between us player pieces
Pieces that are keeping track of empty space, so I don't hallucinate the blues,
In my screaming mind
Like the cold frozen ice skating rink I ride
That is constantly casting it's blue lights
Down on me. Drowning me in the unforgiving blue spotlight
Where I am on narrow blades, sparking,scuffing the edge of loneliness
Always missing your cue, never obtaining
You, watching your blind stare in the distance
Skating on worn ice
The kind that rains up on me
it's biting cold.