Tug of War....

I feel a distance b/tw us. A rope
pulling from the middle and both
sides have slightly withdrawn from
the battle.  The fun is slowly draining
from what began as an incredible
game of tug of war.  We peered into
each other's eyes, aware of the rules,
wondering how if possible we could
bend them in the opponent's favor.
I knew when I grabbed hold of it,
I was going till the end, I wasn't
surrendering nor would I be defeated
and claim the title of soreloser. I
would acccept the outcome either
way; appreciating the challenge; and
assured of my capabilities.  I brought
my "A" game and hoped for sure that
you had brought yours.  Talk is easy done
and you're good at beefing up your
game as if you're the champ at
everything you do. I admired that.  So
in so, I adapted your mentality
transforming slightly. I smirked at
the advantage you unawaringly
gave me.  I knew when I marinated
each and every moment we've
shared, it made for a fulfilling meal.
And you knew just as you took hold of
the rope that I was who you wanted
to challenge but most of all...you
knew you had met your match.