Disclaimer: The Harry Potter world does not belong to me. If it did it would consist of slash. This poem is something I would imagine Harry saying to Draco after he stopped talking to Harry while they had been secretly dating. Creative criticism wanted.

My dark prince do I no longer please you.

Do you not believe I love you?

Do you no longer care about me.

Why can't I seem to touch you?

Would you still even let me?

What have I done, please tell me.

You pass me without looking.

Not even insults pass you sweet lips.

Why do you punish me so?

Was it something I said?

Something I did.

What was it?

I need to know to make it right.

Let me fix my mistake.

I'll do anything please.

What could I have done to deserve this?

Please forgive me please.