"i've been dead for six years."

he told me

and at that moment

he was my soul to revive

to bring light to

to fill with love

to prove he was alive

but he said to me

"you've been mistaken

i have no love to give

no light inside me

no will to live

each day only consists

of longing for the next

darkness consumes me;

my mind it has annexed

so i'm sorry

i don't mean to sound rude

but there's no love i have to give

not to me

not to you"

his words did not phase me

my heart strings had been pulled

his body drenched in emptiness

i would soon make full

but each time i'd inch closer

he'd pull farther away

"you can't get attached to me"

he said

"you'll understand one day"

eventually, that day had arrived

with no rhythm to his voice

no depth to his eyes

no warmth to his smile

no spirit of his to rise

no light in his laughter

no tears left to cry

then finally 

i understood

his soul had really died

but the thing is

i had always been attached

with the contradiction in our love

the flame to my match

my poor, sweet boy

the sadness he had succumbed

if only he could've saw

the beauty yet to come.