Masters of the Game

Here I sit, writing down every memory I have of you,
Unable to breathe like a fish that has been pulled out of the water
The only difference is that I was pulled and forced to see my loss
 causing me to be unable to breathe any longer.
In this game there was a board,
Almost like a chess board, where only witty minds seem to make it through.
We both sat, face to face,
our eyes anxious to cross but too shy to prolong a stare.
Well I must admit in that moment you had me fooled,
You knew the game and played it well.
There was never hesitation in any more you made;
Even when I needed a break,
you kept me stuck there by letting me make a move that would assure me
we'd both end up with a good enough score.
Yes, I'm comparing what you and I had to a board game
Marked with different turns, twists, and needs.
What I didn't know until, was that we both wanted something else in this game,
I put every possibility of the future while,
Well you didn't really put much
Just the gaining of having another name under your belt,
Because now that the game has ended I see that was what I was.
Another name, another identical face.
You are still a memory, one I sit here and try to depict from shattered dreams.
My breath has returned but I must admit I still feel helpless like that fish.
In this game there was a you and I,
Complete all on our own.
Now you stay the same,
Except with more than you deserve,
you take my heart, and half of who I was before you.
No other can compare,
no other can have the wounds you left with every lie you spoke.
I give you that part of me,
I give you the beginner, in a game of lies and deceit.
Where those who wanted something real,
now play a game with any name just to find
The pieces they gave to the masters of this game.