In order to understand what i am about to say, you require the slightest bit of experience.  You need to have a break in the precious thing that resides in our chests, protected by a cage of bones.  You need to have broken the part of our being people refer to as our heart.  The crack doesn’t have to be a monstrous incision like the one i am in possession of, it can even be papercut sized. So essentially, in order to understand what i am about to admit, you need to have fallen in love.  You see, love is the world’s biggest knife.  No.  Love is the world’s harshest and most talented murderer.  We are all the knives, being snatched up into the hand of love to kill another person’s heart.  Some people realize their position as the knife and don’t care.  They simply keep going around playing love’s game.  These players in love’s army take out so many beautiful hearts for love’s collection.  And then there are the unawares.  The one’s who break a heart but don’t intend to.  People who aren’t purposefully doing love’s bidding but still delivering the prize all the same.  Now, before i continue i must explain a little about the heart.  While there is an organ with the same name, the heart i am referring to is a purely symbolic part of every person.  This heart i speak of is very fragile and incredibly strong at the same time.  The love that emits from it is stronger than you can ever imagine.  There is a difference between the kind of love we have most of the time and the kind that starts in your heart.  This special kind of love is almost irrational because of it’s maddening effect on the human mind.  The most irrational part of falling in love is believing in the possibility of happiness.  All love ends in heartbreak.  Even if you find someone and are happy with them, your love will end in tragedy.  Nothing is immortal.  Your true love will die or you will die and your lover will be left to mourn you in solitude.  Unless you both die together at the same time, in each others arms just like in the movies.  But, oh wait, this isn’t the movies.  Hate to break it to you, but that isn’t going to happen.  So don’t waste your life with wondering what is going to become of your love.  There is only one answer; heartbreak.  After me talking about about how terrible love is, you probably are thinking, “I will never fall in love.”  Well, I’m telling you right now, that isn’t possible.  If you want to try to run away from love, good luck.  But you are inevitably going to fail.  This is what i ultimately hate about love.  No matter how much it hurts you, you always go back for more.  Love is a seductive and cunning force and has had too much experience in its game to lose.  I wish i could say that i am a survivor.  It would certainly make a nice story.  But the true tale isn’t nearly as sweet.  Instead, the girl fell in love and got her heart broken so many times that it just crumbled.  Her heart burst into flames, a blaze not to go out until all that was left were a few pathetic ashes that blew away into the distance.  That fire didn’t just destroy her heart, it took everything with it.  Love did all of this to me.  i was just a girl, thinking love was a gift.  It usually does seem marvelous when your heart is young and innocent.  I was so alive and full of light before love’s destructive nature took over.  It brought me down paths i couldn’t return from.  Love took me to a new place that used to be enchanting but has rotted into darkness.  The pitch black made it hard for me to come to the realization that i have released onto these pages. I feel as if the walls are closing in, making it harder to imagine a way out of my own sorrows.  The air i breathe is acidosis and i am choking on my pleas for help, drowning in my tears of despair.  How can one simple emotion cause all of this pain?