Summary: A Slytherin contemplates between duty and desire for love… for a Gryffindor.


Wish of the Tormented

Analiria 06-20-'07


As the sun fell on that winter day,

Tears fell in the dark hallway.

Instead of insulting you as I always,

My defense broke down and gave to what I've desired always.

.

I said comforting words,

Even ones that I myself didn't believe,

Yet you looked at me with such astonished eyes,

Not from hate, but from disbelief.

.

I guess you wonder:

"Why does this person,

One that always insulted me,

Now give words of wisdom,

To someone like me?"

.

But I never hated you,

I wanted you to detest me,

Even if it pains me…

So one wouldn't know that I care.

So you wouldn't be in danger

And make me feel despair.

.

I asked you for a date,

A partner for this night,

In exchange for the comfort,

Or I'll that tell that you've cried.

.

I stared at you then,

Observing the change in your features

As you smiled and replied with laughter on your lips.

.

'A dream come true', as people would say.

That was when I did one thing that I've promised myself not to do,

One that would say 'I love you'

I thought you'd pull back, disgusted of my actions,

Yet you did the exact opposite of what I've thought:

You've returned the gesture.

I was amazed,

Overwhelmed of my emotions.

.

But then a sting in my arm

Reminded me of the promise that I've made

That's why I'll cherish this now,

Savour this as long as it lasts,

For I know that…

We aren't meant to be.

.

I pulled back, turned, and ran away,

Leaving you with your thoughts,

Alone in the hallway.

.

As the moon shines this fateful day,

And as the heavens cry the tears I cannot,

I leaned at my window, and looked at the seas…

I closed my eyes and let one arrogant tear fall,

Which I know that sooner or later would become…

Suspended in time and space.


Note: This is one of the earliest poems that I've made, hence the child-like point of view. I'm itching to revise this, but I suppose it should be preserved for old times' sake. I think I'll just make a drabble of the same plot. (Analiria, 2010)