He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

A complete f a i l u r e just want to feel loved. [ © 2014 greyfilmplaying ] poetry #154 | short story #339

No one understood him. No one knew where he came from. No one knew what he was like or who he was. No one knew why he did the the things he did. But everyone knows who he is. To put it simply, he's Jasper. [story told in verse]