He was perfectly imperfect. His scars made my heart bleed. He reminded me of myself. We were one and the same. Hiding our faces under our hoods so they couldn't see the black eyes.
Hands balled up into fists inside our pockets to hide the rage. We were soulless yet filled with fire. We thought we could fill each others voids.
Every time I looked into his eyes I would feel like I was falling into an abyss. We were dark, empty and angry. And we both fell. But I wasn't happy. I still fell empty.
I felt like an endless pit instead of feeling complete. I loved him with all my heart, but I knew deep down this wasn't meant to be. There's a reason they say opposites attract.
We decided to go against the rules. We wanted to change the game. The game changed us instead. We began to fight. We started to hate. We were confused and hurt by each other for no reason.
We wanted to stay but we wanted to let go. We realized we were tied together, but it wasn't love we felt. It was lust.
And so we started moving away, stayed on opposite ends of that rope that held us together. We pulled as hard as we could, just waiting for the pain to come when the rope finally breaks.
We hated it but we knew we were being played with by the hands of fate.