I’d been warned before,
but never expected the pain.
Just knew love was fun,
but never played the game.
The rules were manipulated,
obfuscated by their upper hand.
I’d known falling was involved,
but hadn’t prepared to land.
Gracelessly braced in disgrace,
slick chessboard meets my feet.
I’d thought we were a match,
not one where we compete.
Their retreat was seen as victory,
which almost made...
