Hate
They say the opposite of Love is not Hate.
It is Indifference.
I hate you!
Even more than I hate myself.
Which is saying something.
So where does that leave us?
I cannot speak to you.
I cannot ask you.
You who always had all the answers.
I hate you, old man!
You watched the boy.
Saw my humiliation.
And did nothing.
You watched the adolescent.
Saw my anger, let me make my mistakes.
And did nothing.
You watched the man.
Saw my guilt.
And used my remorse.
I hate you!
You fashioned me into the tool you needed.
The weapon to slay you.
"Severus – Severus, please!"
I will,
I cast,
I speak.
It is done.
I hate myself.
Even more than I hate you.
Which is saying something.
So where does that leave me?
Perhaps as close
As I will ever get to Love.