Of course it could never be.
Because he was an angel.
Because she was a demon.
Because he drove everything he touched into self-destruction
His family
His friends
Himself.
Because she pushed away everything she loved
Her friends
Her orders
Her instincts.
Because he betrayed everyone and everything and lost himself and now he was found.
Because she fought everyone and everything because she was lost, but now she was found.
In her smile.
In his eyes.
Of course it could never be.
Because she was a girl long dead,
And he was a boy who never lived.
AN: MY EMOTIONS ARE ALL OVER THE WALLS I HATE EVERYTHING. I don't know why I've been in such a poetry mood lately but I'm having fun! I'm still working on The Book of John, and Fleur de Lys if you're following that. Also working on a Ruby-centric thingy and some Cage headcannons, but everything is stalling because my brain apparently can only think of angsty poetry.