He.

He loved. Every single time.
He gave his all, held nothing back
and every time he ends up broken and hurt.

He convinced his tattered heart
too many times, he lost count
for each hit he took he wondered when will it be his last.

He loved. Every single time.
Yet for every time he loved
a piece of him will die, lost and never found.

He often told his reflection
to keep his chin up, smile
and steady his trembling heart.

He loved. Every single time.
The only way he knew how
raw, without restraints.

He loved with all he had. Everything.
And now, he has no more.