𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂

𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓼

                                     𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓼
   ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵
a board game.
that's all i really am to you, huh?
you move your pawns in the game of me.
the game that you played oh so very well.

your quick strategies used to get ahead of my friends and separate us by expanding space between us pawns
all while conquering the little self-confidence i upheld.
the little self-worth i perceived.
and the feeling of self-importance now washed away by your victory.

for now you boast about the wedge you drove between me and them and how you came out victorious,
and i'm so ashamed for letting you win.
but now i've reclaimed all you broke down and gotten all of them back,
and i'm ready to take back what's mine.

though you may not realize that i'm no longer affected,
you might find out sooner than later.
for you may have think you've been winning,
checkmate.