Ink Stained Soul…

His blue eyes were watching.
He pursued me.
I never knew he existed.
Drawing me in with those pretty words.
Charming his way into my life.
Calculated.
The chess board set.
Moving my feelings around in his game.
Disappearing like a ghost once I was locked in.
Each move was methodically played.
Taking on an epic match that would lead to his victory.
He had won.
He made me love him.
Looking back at all the broken pieces.
Pawns sacrificed over and over until the Queen surrendered herself.
Realizing that leaving the game intact was enough.
Taking away each lesson.
Allowing all the tears of loss to refocus.