Epiphany.

No One.

He was like snow,
Beautiful but cold.
His dominating thoughts,
Were killing him,
Slowly but evidently.
He says he likes hell,
But he smells like paradise.
He was loved by everyone,
Even the monsters,
For the monsters tugged him,
More and more each day,
Wanting him all day to themselves,
Not letting me have,
Even a fraction of him.
And I'm afraid,
That if they keep on pulling,
The only boy I adore,
I'm soon going to lose,
The love of my life,
To those worthless creatures,
And the thing,
Which hurts the most,
Is that I'm trying,
But I know,
Even he does,
That I can't save him,
No one can.
-r.f.