DISCLAIMER: As much as i love Harry Potter im sad to say i don't own it
At least he now knows why
Holding back the tears every night silently curled up in a ball on the middle of the bed watching the world pass by pining for the love never to be known.
He doesn't know what he does to you the smiles the rare spurts of laughter but none of these belong to you they never did your living a lie. Wearing a mask covers your ugliness underneath with a naive beauty; the defecting crack down the front means nothing.
His love is a mere illusion to you although you wish it were true, nothing in your life is. The shared looks and secret smiles between them is everything but a hallucination and just that is enough to tear at your heart strings and stop your blood from flowing.
He doesn't notice you, did he ever? His eyes are centred on her a sparkling emotion flowing from them, you never held his attention; his eyes are empty when they look at you, why doesn't he notice. The answer he's busy.
You tried to get over him you really did through a process of stiff liquor, painful hangovers and a number of faceless boys. Nothing made a difference each one of them reminded you of him if only for a second all you saw was that intensity living in his eyes staring back at you mocking you as you cried yourself to sleep.
Dry retching, bloodshot eyes, numerous scars all covered up by a mask, a lie. It was crumbling and quickly too it wasn't a crack anymore, it wasn't a shield of naïve beauty, it was a hole now and it was empty.
If only he knew, then maybe just maybe, the hole can be filled. Then staring through the window it all happened the cries of congrats under the piles of hugs and kisses expressions of the useless love, it was over you were done, no it couldn't be it just couldn't be.
He opened the door to your face only to see your bloodied beating heart upon the floor. He would never know, nevermore, nevermore, he never did and never will.
The wedding would come and go just like your belief in love, it use to mean something now it was nothing, sanity didn't make sense, almost as if the world had stopped spinning. You are broken, crumbled in an empty hole of ugliness. Naive beauty was a lie a mask to cover a broken soul.
He would never know, he never did and he never will. Curling up in a ball on the middle of your bed with a bottle of jack your tears washing away the faint line of sanity, you sat. Crumbled remains of innocence and beauty belong in the bin along with useless, broken organs. You are blinded by tears and liquor to await a never ending slumber.
Honesty means nothing even though it looks like everything, the truth does nothing more but to stab you in the back, your safe with lies they'll never hurt you or at least this is what you thought, once upon a time.
Not even a hand to slide over your hip to pull you close and listen to the echo of the listless heartbeat during the night the only thing present is the eerie ghostly chills of absence as they run down your back you are alone.
A bullet to the brain, the easiest way to wake up from the hellish slumber turned nightmare. Blood ruins the sheets that are already drenched in loneliness and lies.
Screaming ensures at least he now knows why.
A letter is left to be rustled by the wind flowing in an open window
My dearest Ted
I loved you with all my life.
Lily
Nothing left of you but a rustling letter and blood crusted sheets, you say goodbye, once upon a time. At least he now knows why.
AN: Yep thats its not that great really but i do appreciate reviews, so please press the little button