Checkmate

That moment when I started losing, I knew I hated playing games to you. I was seeing the whole board with checkmate already insight. I was ten steps ahead from you and you were following my lead. You were dazzled in my maze, puzzled and you could not put the pieces together. I was Alice and you were in my city of wonder. The clock was ticking and time was flying by when I realized that even the “angels had their wicked scheme”. The hunter became the hunted. I was playing your game; I was a pawn on your chess and while I was trying to figure out what to do next, you were thinking ten moves ahead. The game turned out to be so evil and you took it to a new extreme. You made me walk through hell; hell did not suffocate me, but the agony of it did. You were Queen-Bee; safe in the hive, witnessing the game move by move. You were the author who was writing empty endless pages between us. So many words we were not saying. Why was it hard to say them? There is a question in my mind; how many times you did deceive? I just can’t believe how you played me like a fool and I loved you. Now is the end of the game, you can remove the mask and admit you regret it from the start.