incomplete

l o v e

his heart is torn apart, his clothes damp and worn out from the relentlessly pouring rain.

it didn't matter to him though.

he didn't care much about anything. except for the dull aches in his chest that make him want to tumble over and vomit.

he was hurting.

and he didn't know what to do except stand there, alone, as the rain submerged him.

he loved him.

his lover.

he was infatuated with him.

his dark curls that sat perfectly above his dark ebony eyes that seemed to hold the entire universe within them, yet nothing at the same time.

he loved him.

his lover.

he would sing softly to him because he knew that his voice mattered to him, especially in moments after fights.

then he would make love to him, just the way he wanted it. he would concede with the rhythm, the timing of his climax, and even his breathing because those were the times where he truly felt close to him.

he loved him.

his lover.

he would cook for him, in nothing but just an apron in order to tease him. he loved to tease him. seeing him blush was one of his favorite expressions that he made.

he loved him.

his lover.

he would lay beside him before stroking his beautiful, chestnut locks, and wondering what he had done to deserve him.

oh, how he had loved him so!

maybe that was why it ached so much when he left.

packing his bags without a word, walking out the door without a glance back. giving the foreign document that was labeled divorce to him through the mail.

'it just isn't enough anymore'

he said that he could change. that whatever he done to upset him, he would never do again.

'you need to learn how to let go of me, adien'

he didn't want to let go. he didn't want to go back to being alone, listlessness, dull, boring, bland. his world was nothing until he came into his life, painting colors that he had never discovered before.

'let go of me now, i need to go'

i love you, his last tear slid down his cheek, mixing with the raindrops on his skin.