The Greatest Game Ever Played

She decided, this time to win the Greatest Game Ever Played.

She knew the perfect opponent to pick, the player who never strayed.

He owned the game and she’d been hurt at it,

It wasn’t a situation he would forfeit.

And so when she asked him ‘What the rules for the Game may be?’

He said ‘Whatever you want them to be’

He thought he couldn’t lose at a game invented by him

And she thought she couldn’t lose if the rules were hers.

His only condition: ‘No one knows about this but you and me’

Hers: ‘You can’t fall in love with me’

The rules and conditions were quickly agreed upon,

Coz it fit what they each wanted right from the dawn.

And so the Game started, and for sure it was like no other.

No candlelit dinners, no long walks and surely no promises of forever.

Such an easy relationship they had never known,

where regrets and emotional burdens were never borne.

She cherished her little secret; glad the world didn’t know every bit of her life,

He loved that she didn’t cling, and that to pamper her he didn’t have to strive.

So ‘blissed’ were they in their assumed victories approaching fast,

Neither realized the day either should have won was long past.

Alas! As happens often, when things are going too right,

Reality hit them right in the face with a light shining too bright.

While they still followed each of her rules to the book,

The conditions, they both seemed to have let off the hook.

They both wished to share their joy with a world so down in sorrow,

They each had started to wish a little more for tomorrow.

But he still thought the game was his,

She thought she could still bend the rules slightly and still win.

Until one day he could take it no more,

And said to her ‘This game doesn’t seem like mine any more. It has to end’

She knew she could take it either way now, maybe give herself another chance,

But she said instead ‘The rules are still mine, and the ball is now at your end’.

They both knew what had happened. She had given him the ‘trump’ card.

If he wanted to keep this game on, he’d have to initiate their steps on this boulevard.

He still thought the game was his, and could not let her win.

Even as he felt his heart break he said ‘Game over’ and left her in the din.

Neither had lost, but no one won. The game left at a stalemate. The pawns stuck in their places with no place to go

He was out wondering if the Game was ever worth his state. She sat writing her story so that the world would know.

Author’s note: Yay! Another try at writing a poem. This time with words that rhymed :) I find this poem extremely hilarious. Did you get the joke? My poem, my story ends here. But I told a couple of my friends I’d give them a happy ending at least once. If you wish to read, it, carry on.

A day passed, and then some.

They each realized the Game lost would not have felt so lonesome.

They bumped into each another one day, while their lives were still a mess.

At a romantic diner overlooking the beach none the less.

The irony not lost on them, they smiled honest smiles,

They fumbled over the first few words that seemed to lessen between them the miles.

Finally, he asked her ‘What the rules this time may be?’.

She smiled and said ‘Sill what I shall want them to be’

Authour’s note again: I know it should have ended ‘Whatever you want them to be’, but I couldn’t resist :-p 

And I feel like I’ve betrayed myself, but there you guys, there’s your extremely overrated ‘happy ending’.


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Song recommendation: Far Away by Nickelback