Heartbroken, brokenhearted,
Either way you say it.
No cure to be found,
Nothing a Healer could prescribe.
Like a virus it should pass with time.

But this time is different.
It’ll never pass.
The pain will never end.
The tears will always come.
The heart will always ache.

All because of him,
The Boy Who Lived.

She can’t get over him.
She can’t move on.
She can’t stop crying.

Even though it’s for her own good,
It’s the worst thing that has ever happened to her.

Even though it is for her safety,
She doesn’t feel safer.
She doesn’t feel safer without him,
Without the Boy Who Lived.