He's My Poison

By

IronFist Shady Gurl

Hermione ran to the dormitory, teas rushing down her flushed cheeks. She through open her trunk and searched it, after a few seconds she found what she as looking for, her journal, it was only a muggle one put she always kept it close. She opened it to the next clear page and pulled out her eagle feathered quill and a bottle of ink.

Draco Malfoy, I hate him! Why do I let him affect me so? He's like a slow, painful, working poison. I try to ignore him, but theirs only so long you can take mental and emotional abuse, only so long until you begin to believe it. People say righting down you feelings help, so this is what I'm doing, although I don't feel relived, yet still, I need to get them out, in a way nobody will ever find out.

You made my life hell,
You made me think twice,
You put me under this hateful spell,

When all that separates us is blood.

You tried to hurt me,

You never leave me alone,

You tried to own me,

When you stare down at me.

You made me cry,
You made me hide,

You made me die inside,

When you gaze at me with hateful grey eyes.

You are my doubt,

You are my hate,

You are my death,

When you talk of me.

You could save me,

But you care to differ,

You could heal me,

But you choose to injure me.

You fill me with self hate,

You fill me with silent tears,

You make me feel like dirt,

But only you can save me.

If only you take away the pain.

You are what holds my life together,

You have my essence in your palm,

You took away my soul,

You are my life, spirit holder, you are my poison.

Draco Malfoy, the one person that breaks me, is the one person that can save me.

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