I’m the sustenance he needed to nourish his soul. The drink he needed so badly to quench his thirst from a world that left him parched and alone. I was the first aid kit he needed to mend his broken spirit. I was everything he needed in the moment, but nothing he wanted for a lifetime. I was everything he needed to be better for her. To help him love her. I was his saving grace, but who was there to save me? His love was temporary at best. A quick fix to get him through troubled times in his life with no real plan in sight for me. I was never the end goal, just someone riding the bench who’d never get a chance to play. How had I done this to myself? Allowed myself to be used and abused in this way? Allowed someone so unworthy to take away all my pride. To strip me of my self worth. To dictate how and when I should and could be loved by someone who was never even worth a view of my table much less a seat. I’m supposed to be a Queen, but with you I was more like a pawn in this game called life. You used me as a means to an end and now the jokes on me. Checkmate for you.