You don't love me anymore.
I can tell.
It's in how sad your eyes are when you look at me,
Like deeper sorrow than I've ever seen on your face,
And we've been through a war together,
Don't try to tell me I wouldn't recognise your sadness.
I don't want reassurance,
I don't want to continue like this,
You deserve better than silence,
And empty gestures.
You were my queen,
But this time Weasley isn't King,
He's just a usurper.
Who has to let go of the crown.
It's in your slight hesitation to kiss me,
You never used to wait,
Or think first.
Because you had a plan,
From day one,
You could tame me, and sweeten me,
And marry me.
And talking of day one,
Remember third year DADA?
I prayed that my boggart was a spider,
Because I think it was gonna be you crying,
Like in first year,
When I hurt you with cruel words,
For that, I'm sorry.
And then we didn't,
We didn't do anything like that.
We lived, and existed, and sometimes we barely survived.
It's in how you say "I love you" less,
And with less fire.
You're a witch filled with fuel,
But for me, you're snuffing out.
It's in you, but because of me,
And for that I'm endlessly sorry.