There was a boy, once;
alone,
and scared,
and filled with the blackest thoughts
of life and death

and love.

The boy cried,
and bled his veins,
and scarred his skin forever
because he thought he knew love.

But love cannot last
(or can it?)
And the boy grew into a man
in all ways but one:
deep, down inside he remained a boy,
filled with the blackest thoughts
of life and death and love.

The world saw only the man
and couldn’t understand
when he huddled on the ground,
trembling—
screaming—
crying.

The boy, fighting to get out.

So they helped him,
coaxed him,
taught him to be a man—
the man they wanted him to be—
when all he wanted,
the boy deep down,
was love.

And now the man trembles,
and screams,
and cries all over again

Because,
as it turns out,
love lasts forever.