Broken (Pansy's POV)
Bitch,
That's what you are, that's why he'll never like you, much less love you.
So you continue Admiring from Afar....
something Pansy Parkinson 'Slytherin Queen supreme' would never, ever be caught doing,
because you can have any guy you want, can't you?
Rivals,
Gryffindor and Slytherin , it's kind of poetic when you think it over, a twisted 'Romeo and Juliet',
only, left hanging by his beautiful eyes and cruel words, you're the one bleeding to death....
his cute accent and horrible pranks, that leave you crying on your dormitory floor,
like poison through your veins.
Oblivious,
To your affection, He screams down the hall "Hey Pans, how is it, being Malfoy's whore, I mean?"
You barely make it to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, before the tears come, like crystals splashing down your robes
'Tears of an ice princess'
But Myrtle understands you, you delude yourself , a fantasy where she isn't using you for gossip, that you have a friend, a lifeless one.
kanutia,
Your favourite flower, bright, cheerful, pretty, in short everything you are not,
but she is, Lavender bloody Brown , an imbecile in her own right ,
something which you are quick to point out, but he always defends her,
just another regret , another scar on your mutilated wrists, that's all Lavender Brown is to you.
Empathy,
Bastard, Bastard, Bastard, how dare he!
Draco, that stuck-up prat, HOW COULD HE!
The one person least likely to desire, someone of tainted blood, a muggle-born, starts making out with Hermione Granger in the library and you,
who knows all too well of his womanising nature, realise that in a week's time, when he dumps her for a leggy blonde, all your dreams, hopes, chances of ever being loved by your Romeo,
come crashing down around your ears,
Potter glances your way with an expression of Empathy?
Never,
That's what was said as he confronted you, during detention,
Romeo must have pieced it all together,
the crying, the staring, the bitching,
and God it hurts to hear "Never, don't you get it Parkinson, Never!"
so you shrank into a ball and sat on the stone-cold floor,
until your Romeo, your Seamus, left, and only then, did the crystals fall.
Note:This is inspired by a fic by Lylian (who doesn't know me, I just really liked the poem she wrote)
......Oh, and even though the image of Pansy as a tormented soul, is a bit cliché now
but I personally like to think she was more than 'Malfoy's whore'.