a.n.
freeverse poem collection. i'm officially inlove with freeverse.
inspired by Aimy's paper hearts & inky starts, which you all should read.
disclaimer: i don't own harry potter. & i'm not j.k. rowling.
draco/astoria.
for Aiiimy.
metal & plastic go well together, don't they?
he doesn't b e l i e v e in love,
not really.
because all he's ever known is obedience,
&& orders,
&& pain,
and he can't do it, because only weak men fall in love.
( or maybe he's just afraid.)
.
she doesn't t h i n k about love.
i mean, lust overpowers love, doesn't it?
not interested in
hearts beating fast
or stomach churns
or nervous sweat.
love is an
ab su rd
concept, she thinks.
it can't be proven by experiments.
lust can.
.
he is not one for the spotlight.
doesn't stand in the shadows.
he is the shadows.
dark&&murky&&sneaky
and so Slytherin.
your father would be proud, wouldn't he, darling?
( forever a l o n e . )
.
she was never meant for the lead role.
never the better sister.
never the perfect sister.
not the one who's needed&&loved&&wanted.
her heart is made up of
metal.
all she is, is shortshort skirts and lowcut shirts.
( some might say her brain is wired on sex, and sex only. )
( !ohMerlin!, she's afraid too, isn't she? )
.
his heart is made of plastic.
emptyemptyempty.
he's meant to just follow orders.
"kill Dumbledore."
right, but he like orders, doesn't he?
decisions are too hard, aren't they?
right-and-wrong
good-and-bad
he can't distinguish.
( orders are so easy. )
ohohoh.
but then he met her.
fierypassionate kisses.
fueled by sex.
.
he was the best in bed, wasn't he?
sex&&sex&&moremoremore sex.
she thought it was just that.
( no feelings, no! )
it's about time thatgirl's metal heart
m e l t e d,
isn't it?
( tin [wo]man grew a heart, huh ? )
lovelovelove.
"fuck, this wasn't s u p p o s e d to happen!"
NO-
try as she might,
it d id n't work.
.
his plastic heart
m
o
r
p
h
e
d
into something more beautiful, huh?
stupidbloody (real) heart!
.
& let's pretend there was no
stupid love involved,
that they got married for the sake of money.
( let's say that, shall we? )
.
but deep down,
deepdeepdeep,
it's love.
gentletouches&&whisperedwords&&chastekisses,
mean something.
.
and if you were looking in from the o ut side,
you couldn't tell their relationship was
love.
( but you don't matter to them, do you? )
.
and it's a
happilyeverafter—
for them, anyway.
a.n.
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