sore loser.

so i just lost in the game of love to a rather complex opponent. wow. what a game that was. i never knew shit could hurt as much as it does. im hyperventilating as we speak and its inevitable to stop. and im so mixed up right now i can barely think straight. my palms are sweaty and my heart is racing as if i just ran a race. im filled with so much animosity i dont know what to do with myself. why do empty hearts speak such lovely words? why dont people take the initiative and do their part? why does it have to be this way, why now? why not before, when i didnt care. when i didnt have a care in the world. like teaches us lessons in such ways only the human mind can understand. i know my heart will never be able to rest at ease with these times. im not so strong, but i think this is when i have to be. just a little. noone cares about how you feel, or what you're going through, or how you will overcome such agony. noone, but that little person in your head. your hope* telling you its going to be alright, even when the solid truth is, everything isnt. so i lost at a game today. and i learned im too stubborn and closed up to ever play again. -- signed, a hopeless romantic xoxo