If I'm Fire he's Ice.
Red and Green.
Gold and Black
High in the air and beneath the waves
I doubt he has ever looked at me with anything but disdain
His whole family, cold, rich, awful
While mine is warm, poor, and caring
Proof that money doesn't buy happiness
I've never seen someone more miserable in my life
Why then does he interest me so.
Those vulnerable moments when he thinks no one is looking
The slight softening of his features when he thinks he's alone
I don't follow him exactly; I've just taken to knowing when he's around
Seen him in his element
Not putting on an act
Seen him for who he really is
Heard his tears
Felt his hurts as though they where my own
Seen the decent person he can be
Witnessed his beautiful magic
The paper birds that fly elegantly around his secret places
The Ghostly Patronus that paces about, the essence of what makes him happy
The magic he doesn't show to his thuggish friends
Flowers in myriad hues
Orbs of light that revolve like the planets
The inner him no one else sees
The repressed one
Not spoiled
Like a dog that's been kicked too many times
Or a bird with broken wings, dreaming of flight and gutted by reality
I'm Fire he's Ice
Why is he the one who makes me melt?