🌟 MR. POPULAR 🌟

 He wanted to play a game in a small town. In other words he wanted to fuck around and find out. He wanted to play the wicked game of who was more popular than who. He thought he was a man with so much clout, running his game and his mouth all over the place. He thought to himself, "ha ha, I'm Mister Popular, surely everyone here loves me...!"

He played the game so many times before, and he always won against the other one. But this time he was playing with a man he loved and lost, knowing every day thereafter he'd miss him greatly. A man he still had not cracked open like a nut, not knowing all his inside kicks and ticks, and how well he really played his games. 

This game would be different, the matches more brutal, the rules made to be bent and broken wide open. The stakes as high as no stakes had been placed before. In this game, the winner takes nothing, and the loser takes it all. The game of love, or who loves who more than who, the game of who's more popular than you.

So they both got their game faces on, masks worn on their faces to hide their obviously betrayed and torn-out hearts. Freshly broken hearts make for muddy head work when a man is heading off to war with only his lips and words. For you see, they both knew the playing power of words, words that would expose who was more popular than who. Who was Mister Popular and who was not.

So both grown-up baby boys played the game very well and fought so brazenly. They both were convinced they would win because they seemed clever enough to mask their malice. But the facade of peace was like living on borrowed time. They both played the victim but couldn't hide from the energy they had sent out into the world. They both pretended not to be the storms that destroyed their worlds. Mister Popular wasn't a war they were either built for. For true wars are never won with words, but with truth of character.