Love is not a game for losers…losers make hearts bleed and blister…losers never get it right…
Hearts can get broken… they can shatter… wilt…they can cease to beat…
Dying cries of murdered love…whispered accusations…wordless shame…
Nothing can bring back the sparks that set the fire ablaze…nothing can extinguish the rage…nothing can make this cold fire warm again…
Red-eyed woman…curled on the floor…her heart ripped open…leaking hopes and dreams…soaking her…draining her…sucking the life out of her…
Devil’s laughter rings loud and strong…mocking…mimicking her acts of love…knowing her to be nothing more…than an actor giving up on the lead role…an understudy…
She can’t go on…she can’t move…she must give in…to the overwhelming sadness…of the realization that she does not know who this woman is…or what she wants…
He cannot be the man of her dreams…never sweep her off her feet…he will never hear her heart beat full…of love…of life…
His mind stumbles over what is true…and what is perceived…by her…by him…by others…
He wants to understand…he cannot…he will not…
Love is not a game for losers…losers make hearts bleed and blister…losers never get it right…
Colloquially Speaking 
oh my..
I love the INTENSITY
now to unwrap the layers…
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slowly, slowly…
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