I thought I knew the game
I should've known it was all for fame,
Keeping things distant was never our thing
And so wasn't your vow to give me the ring?Remember how you could never leave me
Always being with me whenever you were free,
I would blush when you took me to your friend's house
Everytime you would stalk me on the internet browse.I would lower my name just to higher yours
Even if people were to call me a whore,
Cause I continued to dream you as my king
Trying to make it a rope from a string.But I was meaningless, nothing but satisfaction
To complete a bet to ruin my reputation,
You tore my devotion as I ripped up my prom dress,
I realised I was left with a love's child
But you just said,"Honey it's game of chess."
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ANGUISHED SOULS
PoetryA blind fathom in love which left bruises in her soul, that she shall either regret or carry with pride by herself, alone.