A/N: ScorLily poem, from Lily's POV. R & R please!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do own this poem.
"I need you."
His voice, heavy with passion,
whispered in my ear.
"I need you."
and I kiss him,
because what else am I to do?
And suddenly I'm screaming.
I'm screaming because I finally realize what this is.
What we are.
I'm screaming because this is right.
I'm screaming because this is wrong.
I'm screaming because I know what to do now.
I know we can't do this.
He needs me.
I know that.
And I need him.
But need…
It is not love.
It cannot be.
But without need,
there cannot be love.
So, when we break apart,
I whisper,
"Yes."
