Guys I got bored and did a thing. Might be sad. I don't know. Maybe I'm just overly emotional about e/r
I don't own Les Mis. If I did it would have had a better ending.
His angel
His angel doesn't look
His angel doesn't notice him, and yet he never leaves
His angel is a marble man, a statue
His angel rages with passion- but not for him
His angel can be as cold as a soft, Christmas snow
His angel can be soft, comforting, but never so much as glances his way
His angel can make him the happiest man alive
And yet, so easily, he can tear all that down
His angel hurts him, and never stops
With every word, every action,
He falls more and more in love with his angel
His angel is like a drug-
All he needed was a small taste of the happiness he receives from being in his angel's company
His angel is sweet
His angel takes away his pain
Makes him forget
His angel is like a drug,
Bittersweet, a bringer of peace, and, at the same time, a destroyer
His angel makes him cry
His angel is the reason for his pain and heartbreak
His angel doesn't so much as look his way
He is a marble man, a statue
The one thing his angel loves is not him
His angel is a god, above everything
He has no need for a sinful, mortal man
His angel is the white to his black, the day to his night
His angel is a bright, beautiful robin, and he is a dark raven
He is alone
His angel hurts him
His angel tells him all he does is drink
His angel is the reason he drinks
He doesn't see- all of it is because of him
He'll drink himself into a stupor, if only to forget
If only for a while
He can't think- if he does he will remember
With the alcohol clouding his brain, he doesn't have to remember that his angel doesn't even notice him
Doesn't love him
His angel tells him he is useless
And, yet, his angel is the reason he struggles to do anything at all
His angel is the reason he struggles to live
His angel could easily go on without him
He doesn't need a drunk
He needs his angel, though
Without his angel, he is nothing
He craves the warmth, the heat
For he is cold, uncaring
Pessimistic
His angel completes him
His angel is everything he lacks
He is a cynic, a sinner
And his angel is bright and beautiful
The lonely god who never even looks his way
His angel loves only one thing
So does the drunk-
His angel
His angel is his opposite
Someone an angel could never love in return
He loves his angel
Even though he hates the world
No one loves the light like the blind man