A Pawn in the Never Ending Game…

Oh…the game. We all know it. The lies we tell, the secrets we keep, the texts we ignore, and the jealousy we create. We all do it because we all expect it to get us our night in shining armor or our perfect princess. Why do you let ourselves become to influenced by the unrealistic aspect of love movies gives us? There is always betrayal, feuds, secrets, and broken hearts. But the most powerful secrets are the truths you thought you could never review. Once spoken, can chance everything. But I guess that is all part of the game, right? We try all these methods and tricks to get the guy, but it always gets us hurt in the end. We must be careful walking down the primrose path. We may find hell instead of happily ever after. The problem with fairytales is that they set a girl up for disappointment. In real like the prince goes off with the wrong princess. And trust me… I have had my fair share of being the peasant watching my prince choose the princess. As on top of the world I know I am, it sure does not feel good being a second choice. Or in my case, not even being on the multiple choice questionnaire. Sometimes you get more than you bargained for. Or you discover that gaining one thing, you have lost something else.
Being the deck d choice, you also gain the inspiration to be more amazing than that man could have ever thought you could be. Now, if looks could kill, we wouldn’t want to be Mr. Prince Charming. I have quite an appetite. For destruction that is. Prohibition never had a chance going against exhibition and being free is human nature. No matter how long you try to be good, you cannot keep a bad girl down. Of course, this phase is apart of the game. It is always the step that brings out the talons. It is step twelve in Art of War, The Attack of Fire, the use of specific objects and your environment as a weapon. Weapon being myself and changing my life to make it appear utterly amazing and hoping he longs to be including in my world again. They say war is not the answer, but sometimes it is a battle just to keep the peace. We hold onto the pain because sometime it is all we have left. I might stand down, but I will never give up. Sometimes the worst feuds involve labors of love. So watch out world, a beautiful blond Phoenix is rising from the ashes of a major love humiliation.
One thing about making a deal with the devil, he always comes to collect.

(All sentences uncopywrited, influenced and quoted by GG)


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