The Tragedy of Marc

Marc…
Marc lived and loved lonely as only a lonely man could. So easy he fell into the background of nothingness as if a compatriot of Robin Hood. Upon smelling the faintest scent of love, he did what only a lonely man would.

Marc was caught between two loves and acted a damn fool. But no one ever explained the game to him, let alone the rules. One love loved him from a distance and was indifferent and nonchalant. The other love showed him true affectionate, but everything she gave multiplied triple what she did want. And now there are no loves but words and memories that day and night taunt.

So he sits with his surroundings a reflection of his skin, so dark. Hurts and aches as I write this, for personally I know the tragedy of Marc.

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive