An Atrocity Of A Piece

An Atrocity of a Piece

In the silence of the night,

With all the stars shining bright,

The silken sheets encirling my pale skin,

Fiery ginger hair was all that was to be seen.

I close my eyes to dream,

And see your bright blue eyes gleam;

Your haunting makes me frown,

The sunlight behind you like a crown.

I despise the way you beleaguer me,

Holding me in captivity;

With unrealistic fantasies,

Of what could-be's .

It makes me despise you,

The way I want it so badly to be true;

But alas, it is one of the many could-be-nots,

And I will weep in my head full of thoughts.

Thoughts, and fantasies, and imaginations,

Of us and our destinations,

Of domestic bliss;

Sealed with a passionate kiss.

Yes, I despise you,

None else could be as true.

For in you, I see a fanatical future,

For you, I become a delusional creature.

Almost driven to madness like my aunt,

While you glower and frown and taunt

At all my sneers and jeers and leers,

My affections become clear to I through the years.

I can only wish that to you, it is as clear,

Yet the fact it is not shall abate my fear,

As knowing will surely be a recipe for grief,

For who, I do not know and it is a relief.

For I despise you,

And I love you.

And such is forbidden for us two,

So I can only dream of your eyes so blue.

Stars Like Freckles

You're like the stars, did you know? Maybe you've heard it a couple dozen times, I'm sure, with your countless freckles mirroring the stars. I'm sure that you've been compared to those balls of gases more than thrice in your lifetime and, surely, it'll happen again. As long as freckles dot your skin like constellation tattoos mark the sky.

You shine just as brightly as the twinkling and glinting flecks in the sky. As I stare into the calm visage of night sky, my thoughts can only circle around you. I reach out my hand as if wanting to touch the stardust.

How idiotic.

As if one can merely reach the unreachable with sheer will and desire. As if anyone is worthy enough to touch the stars...especially someone so bathed in sin as I am, so covered in the filth that I cannot even distinguish where I am underneath the grime.

I stretch my hand out and tears prick the corners of my eyes. In the patterns of the stars, I see the silhouette of you. I see your ginger hair, flowing in the wind, your cloak billowing around you like some fairy tale hero.

You turn your head and I see your dazzling grin, the corners of your lips pulled taut with the joy pouring out your pores. How easy it is for you to smile as if I never see your eyes dim and darken with insecurities and doubts and fears. How easy it is for you to smile despite baring all the scars you do.

Ironically, I will claim, with all my arrogance and pride, that I know you better than those flocking to you. Maybe in another life I can be by your side as well. In another life, I can tell you that I see you and you see me. In another life, you'll direct that smile to me without snark.

But that life is not for this universe. And I will forever be stuck in a place where I can only admire you from a far. Where I can only smile as I see your smarts at play, or when I catch the fleeting whispers of your conversations. The way you blabber on and on about things and the way you'll scold your friends and be the moral compass.

Sometimes, I will watch you and be pulled out of my paradise with reminders of what this life entails. I'll watch as you turn to me, my heart will flutter for a milisecond and my hopes will soar like eagles and my life would seem brighter, and watch the way your grin drops into a sneer and your jovial eyes will narrow with hatred and anger.

You'll sneer at me and my heart will shatter into a million pieces for the millionth time and I will put it back again as I always do, with my heart gaining another crack as it holds on in all of it's cracked and chipped and broken glory.

In another universe, you'll turn to me and smile wider. My heart will flutter. Maybe I'll stutter. But you'll be happier.

In this universe, I can only stargaze.

"Some people start dying before they learn to start living."

something silly

fun fact: i was super underleveled for this boss fight, i could not keep kel alive lmao

reference ⬇️

Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

What if Draco Malfoy cast obliviate on his friends because they were willing to help Draco but he didn't want to put them at risk so he made them forget him? Or maybe he just pushed them all away.

Honestly, I imagine his friend group to be pretty big. Astoria and Daphne Greengrass, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, and Millicent Bulstrode. Maybe even add Lorenzo Berkshire and Mattheo. But, personally, I feel like Blaise and Draco started off with not liking each other before they became frenemies out of obligation and started to warm up to each other.