A/N: Here is a song-fic to Kelly Clarkson's "Behind these Hazel Eyes"
Seems like just yesterday
You were a part of me
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong
Your arms around me tight
Everything, it felt so right
Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong
Him holding me so tightly. He was my anchor in all of the shit called my life. He chose me. The green bean, the artichoke over the most popular girl in Oz. His kisses were all mine. Finally, mine. I felt like I did when I flew on my broomstick. Weightless, an angel.
Now I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on
He can't be gone. No. No! NO! It was just yesterday he was with me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. This is all her fault. All that little brat's fault! My sister's gone, and now my lover? No. She will pay!
Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
That scarecrow looks familiar to me. Those eyes, those piercing blue orbs. No I'm delusional. It can't be him. I won't let them see my tears over my lost lover. I'm the Wicked Witch of the West.
I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright
For once in my life
I told him every secret that I had. He listened with a hawk's ear. An unbiased opinion. I let him take away what little was left of my innocence. He told me that everything would turn out alright. I believed him. For once in my life, I felt like everything would go my way. For once.
Now all that's left of me
Is what I pretend to be
So together, but so broken up inside'
Cause I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hangin' on
They think they know me. The Wicked Witch is all they see. The terror of Oz. They don't know that I lose sleep screaming at the images of his death in my head, swirling like a hurricane, never letting me go.
Swallow me
then spit me out
For hating you, I blame myself
Seeing you it kills me now
No, I don't cry on the outside
Anymore...
Anymore...
It is him. My sweet Yero, in a new form. I blame myself for making you this way and almost destroying you. I know it was all an act, but seeing those eyes reflecting horror at the flames scares me so much more. I won't cry anymore, there are no more tears to reflect it. Only sweet joy at being in the arms of my love again.
Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
End Story. Hope you enjoyed it. Review please