Falling, and falling hard....

A boy and a girl are sitting on a fence after school.
A cool breeze passes through the autumn trees and blows the girl's luscious red hair into her pocelain face.
His muscular hand gently sweeps the hair off of her face and tucks it behind her ear.
He whispers sweet nothings to her.
She erupts in bubbly laughter, feeling as if she is floating on air.
He leans closer to her, looks her straight in the eye and tells her she is beautiful.
She is so lustful, she believes every word he says, yet, she hasn't a clue.
They lean into a passionate kiss.
She is in love.
He is simply wants action, not any strings, not a relationship.
Just lip-service.
Days pass as his tempting game begins.
They hold hands.
He wraps his arms around her slender waist.
She looks deep into his blue eyes, and melts.
She can't control her emotions, anymore than one can control the weather.
He in the mean time is already in search for yet, another naive heart to play with.
Slowly he begins letting her go...
She has already fallen too deep.
She begins to realize that he doesn't love her the way she loves him.
It hurts so hard.
The pain takes away all her strength, all of her breath, all of her emotion.
He quickly begins admiring another, in complete disregard to the heart he has just shattered.
There is no consollation for the poor girl.
She can only simply watch the boy fall for the other girl, the way she fell for him.
Roses and chocolates he brings to his new love.
This time he means it.
It seems like the perfect couple.
ALmost everyone is happy.
Except for the redhead,
with a broken heart,
a shattered dignity,
and a scarred mind.
If only boys could see the pain they cause...