Summary: Remus' POV. It's a thank-you poem to Sirius for being there as
Padfoot during those nasty full moons.
Mood: Bitter
Music: Vivaldi shit.
Disclaimer: Just because you love some words doesn't mean there real.
::sniffles::: Reality sucks, Siri and Remus ain't mine, even though I love
them to bits.
Authors note: Fuck book five. HE'S NOT DEAD. Not to me anyway. My love
makes him real, so fuck off rowling, you filthy rich goddess.

Thank-you

Dedicated to Sirius

Right now I need you to hold me,
Forget I lied to you,
Forget I hid from you,
Forget I tried to save you.
Sacrifice your safety, and hold me,
For I need you,
Because I'm weak right now,
Cause I'm all hate right now,
Because it's me I fear.
I'm sorry to bring you down along with me,
But I can't regret having met you,
I know I wouldn't have made the first hour,
Without you a part of the crew.
I'm uncontrollable right now,
And I need a painless chain.
Thank-you for being my loving cage
for the evil that I became.
Thank-you for not fearing me,
Thank-you for not hating me
Thank-you for not running gone
When I hurt and hated you.
The deeds I've done cannot be left
Unspoken and unnoticed.
Though we'll try our best to pretend that they'd
Never even passed.

Love Always,
Remus