Game

I looked at you,

my heart in the palm of your hand,

and told myself you were

a game I couldn’t lose. 

But little did I know

that in the moments I spent

calculating your next move,

you’d already made mine. 

So it’s no wonder that when I was

ready to make you my king,

you stood there, back straight, 

watching me with the pride of a winner,

and whispered

“Checkmate." 

~N.V.