falling, falling, falling
a/n: a little free verse poem written for my love on her birthday. you're eighteen and legal now! wtf. i still remember when we were like thirteen and fourteen ,, we got old sdfhasdkjfh. enjoy!
(wc: 485)
they told him that
he would only be recognized
if he got into the house
decorated with emeralds.
but he didn't care for them
he once used to
but he stopped
once he found out
they don't care
and never will.
he was falling,
falling,
falling,
(how much can he take?)
instead he found
solace in a house
adorned with red rubies
that they all hated
and made friends
that were all
but approved.
did he care?
no. he would never.
he just wanted fun
he never had it
not with them,
never with them.
boundless energy
thrown into prankery
he would do
anything to escape
that hell.
he was falling,
falling,
falling,
(how much can he take?)
he gained a reputation
girls loved him,
and he relished it.
he relished the love,
and coveted attention,
what was he to know?
he was finally
able to get
what he'd craved
ever since he was
a baby, able to babble
"mama, mama"
and get as a reward
an uninterested stare.
misunderstood, he
was called a player
he guessed
it was credible
but he didn't care
what they thought.
he had control.
he was falling,
falling,
falling,
(how much can he take?)
he realized
under them?
he'd never get control.
it sounded so simple,
yet so hard.
he left.
now he was sure
he had a grip
on things
(he was not falling.)
it was a strange feeling,
a loving home,
but it was something
he had wanted
for ages to come.
schooling continued
with ease,
it was all good fun,
anything to forget,
he did his very best
to ignore his brother's
blatant stares
he'd left now.
and there was no
backing out.
(he was not falling.)
two years after he
donned a cap
an auror he was,
with things
under control
a baby was born,
with his best friend
the father.
he held the child
for the first time,
and promised to himself
that this baby will be loved.
he will be safe.
(he was not falling.)
then a rat decided
to ruin it all,
(curse him! curse him! curse him!)
he was blamed,
that didn't matter.
what mattered was
his promise
was broken
even worse
he was falling,
falling,
falling,
(how much can he take?)
he was released,
years later,
the baby would
now be a teen.
he'd found out
about his brother's
undeserved death
(his brother was also a victim)
regrets.
regrets everywhere.
all he could see
was
(bright red blood)
the rat had to die.
that's all he wanted
he was denied,
and the rat escaped,
but he got to see harry
and that was
all that mattered.
he had two important people
he would see their safety
until the end
that was the day
he fell back-first
(into the veil)
and harry was there,
grinning,
"alright, padfoot?"
no, not harry.
prongs.
he was falling,
falling,
falling,
but he was
finally free
(his suffering was over.)