I hate you.
I am on the floor, spilling out my
broken soul from my eyes but
in a night of many broken hearts, you don't
realize what you've done.
I despise you.
I used to think that maybe,
maybe you felt the same as me
but no, you took my heart
and you rubbed it in my face.
I pity you.
You are as good as blind, because
you cannot see what has been
staring you straight in the face
for five long years.
I need you.
I'm scared, terrified and I hurt so much,
afraid that your calling out
my name will be the last sound
I hear in my short and wretched life.
I love you
This we realize as I pull you
closer to me, even in the midst
of chaos, I don't want to lose you
and know what could have been.
Hermione Hates by EatMyPixieDust
Story Notes:
I just submitted a companion piece with Ron's POV. Who knows, maybe it will be validated soon. ;)
Chapter Notes: Disclaimer: If I were the lovely and amazing Ms. Rowling, I would not be writing sappy fan fiction for my own book. I would be eating ice cream. (Or something equally important.)
Chapter Endnotes: Thanks for reading! This is my first attempt at meaningful poetry, so constructive criticism is much appreciated. Really, I love it. See that lovely little box down there? It needs feeding. Pleeeeeaaaase?