Moved by Fictional Strife, Part II (a.k.a. The Myth of Soullessness)

"Shush, silly, I'll provide for you," is what he is saying.
And she won't let him.
"You don't have to do this."
And she won't hear a word of it.
And there he is with all the good inside him laid so bare
And he cares cares cares so much it aches
And then she tells him,
"You cannot really feel."
And I must step back and wonder
Am I really the only one
The only person watching
Who realizes that that is all a myth?
Because all it's too pure
And much too sweet
To be empty gestures
To be self-serving words
Aimed at laying hold of satisfaction again.
It runs deeper, much deeper, this.
When he says "love", he means it.
And he's meant things for a long time now.
He's given up on the myth of
"Cannot feel"
The myth of "damned and condemned"
Because
None
Of
It
Is
Real.
Not one word of it.
And it's time that she
And everyone else
Gave up on it too.