I've played your games.
The last move remains
And it's something everyone knows no one wants to do.
How do we end this and go our separate ways without really losing each other?
Because this piece of me that loves you refuses to let go.
And I've seen this game end in only the same way.
Again and again.
I've always picked up the pieces, and you've always come back to play.
You cheated, you lied, and caused only pain.
There wasn't love here.
Telling myself I wouldn't do this all over again.
How many times those words I repeated.
They've never been carried through.
So here we sit at this game of chess.
I'm moving my piece and it's check mate.