Chess Games

Can we go back to a better time?

Because we used to be best friends and now we don't even speak.

I miss the way we used to be

Acting childish and not giving a care in the world.

It's not ok, it's not fine, not this time.

Everytime I tell you a secret,

You spill everything I say,

I can't inform you without it being leaked.

You were my closest friend,

But once you started toying with that boy,

That was the end.

I'm done playing your games,

No matter who you play, you have no shame.

Well I refuse to be a mere pawn in your little game of chess,

Because I'm clearly a queen above all the rest.

This poem is about: 
Me

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