The boy loved Him.
Plain and simple.
Even when He didn't love him back
Even when He didn't even notice him
It didn't matter to him
The boy had enough
At least for a while.
The boy loved Him
Which was a bittersweet thing
Especially when the boy was so very alone
Especially when he saw Him smile
It might have been a little sad without Him
But the boy was fine
The pain didn't bother him too much
The boy loved Him
At least, the boy thought he did
he wondered if He might ever love the boy back
he wondered why He didn't already
There must have been a reason why
The boy had only one conclusion to reach
It must be the boy's fault. It always was.
The boy loved Him
And that was a sad thing
he doubted that He would ever love someone like the boy
he doubted that anyone would ever love someone like the boy
But the boy still felt happy when He smiled
Because that was one thing of His
That the boy could love
The boy loved Him
For whatever that was worth
Because He was brightness and beauty
Because The boy was so very alone
And all of it amounted to nothing
And the boy was angry
Because His smile still could still make the boy happy
The boy loved Him
With a jaded self awareness
he was so very hated
he was so very alone
And the whole thing seemed so pitiful
But, of course, this was to be expected.
And the boy smiled ruefully