The Lust of Loneliness
A free-verse about Ginny and Harry. The darker side of Ginny, during the war when she didn't know if she was ever going to see Harry again.
A/N: I do not own Harry Potter, any recognizable characters and I am not getting any money for this.
H E D O E S L O V E Y O U.
At least, that's what you tell yourself.
But what if that's not enough?
And that's so
Cheesy
That it almost ocntrasts your hair.
But, the truth is, you would rather
D
I
E
Than have to live a life without him.
Because as much as the others can give you what you want
Only
He,
The
Chosen
One
.
.
.
Can give you what you need.
And you need him.
NEED him like a vampire
Needs blood.
Need.
Need.
Need.
Tearing.
Burning.
Aching.
Ripping.
Screaming.
And walking into the
Battlefield,
You need his
F a c e
To comfort you.
If anyone was going to
Torture you,
Kill you,
Kick, punch, harm you
H A R R Y P O T T E R
Was the only one you want.
And if he dies, you want to die.
Just to kiss him,
Hold him
Breathe with him
Cry with him
Laugh with him
Scream with him
O n e l a s t t i m e.
Would be
M
O
R
E
Than you could ever
Dream.
But
Dreaming
Gets you no-where.
And so put your dreams away, little one.
Because hatred
Is far easier to deal with than
L
O
V
E
.
and now.
Here.
Hate is what you need.
To push him
A
W
A
y.
Because if he dies.
And you care.
That's a darkness
that even you can't comprehend.
a/n: please review. hate me all you will.