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."