This is dedicated to psycho_pink_faerie, a truly wonderful friend.
OoOoO
She knows
that she is defined by what she
is not.
He loves her
(Wants. It is not love.)
Not because of who she is,
But rather because of who she is
NOT.
O
Pansy.
O
Word; woman; flower; name.
Between them:
Draco. Pansy. Astoria.
She was there first,
The past he shed like a skin.
His guilty tears dried (kissed away by HER.),
His not-quite-bloody hand (clutched by HER.),
His dreams for better times (inspired by HER.).
O
And it hurts to be
nothing;
That flesh and blood Astoria
is less than the
Dream of Pansy.
A wife
Losing her husband to
a negative space.
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