He was sad, of course,
but so was she,
a seemingly perfect match.
Love (kind of) at first sight.
They were as happy as they could be.
He was her knight in black eyeliner,
She was his ebony rose.
They shopped at Hot Topic together.
Soon, though, they grew apart.
They weren't made to be happy.
She found another boy in tight pants,
and made her old boyfriend's eyeliner run.
He felt like this was the last pain he could endure,
like his heart had been ripped out through his nose,
and all that was left was a black abyss.
No feeling, not even the sadness that made him happy.
But his wounds scarred over slowly,
and he was more Emo than ever.