in the back of my mind
i can remember you saying
things about love
they shock my brain
—
you were never the kind of boy i wanted
and guess what?
i still don't love you
—
i don't love you
you say you love me
but you're lying to yourself
why can't you trust me?
—
maybe once
long ago
you would have
let me go
—
people say the war is over right now
i don't think so
[i see the damage in your eyes]
—
why did i think you could ever change
it's in your blood, being deranged
—
things are still here from that fight
your soul, more dark than light
damage
will
last
—
monsters are made from malfoys
or is it the other way around?
using me like a toy
why won't you let me make a sound?
—
or: a bit of a headcanon that i have, not cursed-child compliant, that scorpius malfoy can't run away from his past - and if you can't escape the monsters, why not join them?