You always hurt the one you love The one you shouldn’t hurt at all
Bathed in sunlight, variations of gold outlined around a silhouette whose every curve held clues to the mystery of attraction. This is how he remembers her. And he knows she’s special because it’s the only thing the Dementors took away from him.
You always take the sweetest rose And crush it till the petals fall
It started as an interest. No thought was given to the quality of her blood, to focus on only that withheld the comfort that held against a shame beared willingly on the back of a son as consequence to a traditional upbringing, where elitist ideals like barbed wire were wrapped and worn as armour. To him, she fit perfectly into the hollow shell of a reckless boy with an all consuming, dangerous curiousity that for once, had left him exhausted. And he wanted to spoil himself in it, in her.
Self-destruction as salvation as transformation.
But to entertain an idea of a man changed for the better ? Cowardice won that battle.
You always break the kindest heart With a hasty word you can’t recall
OBSESSION.
Not a mark on her. NOT. A. MARK.
He was a master of the imperius curse. The will of others lived through him with only the need to mutter two words and a swish of his wand. How MAD must a man be to have that much control over someone ? It’s said that the calmness of the god of madness is a characteristic dionysian paradox. A subversive genius showing restraint in the face of his definition : MAD.
Her blood curdling silent, still screams are the very last memories he held on to till the very end. Baying at his mind as though that alone was worthy to be called penitence. It’s a reminder that he isn’t a fucking god as he’d have himself believe. With her misguided faith he had orchestrated to have been put in him, died his hopes, and yet he still stands proclaiming the GRASS IS DEFINITELY GREENER ON THE OTHER SIDE !
So If I broke your heart last night It’s because I love you most of all
This is the art of living with a ticking heart — a grenade you throw through windows to make a point that language has no room for.
This is how I destroyed you. And this, is how I kept you alive.
