A/N: For SummerxMidnightxDreamer's 'Show Me the Angst' Challenge on HPFC. Also, she won my 'Art of War' Competition, so she gets mentioned here, along with ink-stained dreams (second place) and ChimericalParoxysm (third place). They all write great stories, so check them out.
Yellow Tulips
She can't remember a time without him
Not that she'd want to
Her life with him is lovely
Except she's not with him
Not really
Best friends they may be
But lovers they are not
He has someone else
While she sits alone in the shadows
Tears appear every once in a while
She wants to be with him
But she is too nervous
Too scared
Telling herself that it will never be
First year was great
A time of joy and adventure
Discoveries and laughter
So many new friends made
And experiences had
Second year was fine
Not much different than first year
No longer the new ones
But still not respected
Third year they could leave the grounds
New adventures could unfold
Racing around
Freedom to be enjoyed
And he's still by her side
Fourth year gets problematic
He discovers girls
And nothing is ever the same in their friendship
Not really
He gets crushes on a fortnightly basis
But nothing ever comes of them
And that's alright
Fifth year means that he dates a little
None of the girls are too bad
Some frown upon his friendship with her
But those girls soon find themselves dumped
His place in her heart is larger
Sixth year turns him into a bit of a player
Suddenly he's blowing off their excursions
Dates are more important
She draws into herself
Her best friend has abandoned her
How worthless she is
Twin sister and cousins try to cheer her
To no avail
She just needs him
Only him
To pull her out of the ocean she's drowning in
Seventh year keeps them apart
They're no longer best friends
Hard to tell if they're friends at all
He spends his time with skanky girls and popular boys
She's in her room
Common room
Or Library
Writing
Reading
Drawing
Trying to separate herself from her real thoughts
She still needs him
Because he's half of her heart
And it's harder to be a half-person than a whole one
Tries to talk to him once
He brushes her aside
Says he doesn't need her anymore
And doesn't that hurt
Now she's shrinking
A fourth-person
An eighth-person
A sixteenth-person
Withdrawing into herself
She doesn't want to be insulted anymore
Graduation comes and goes
He's famous
She no longer keeps track of why
And she's a reclusive artist and author
Whose writing and art tell her pain more than her spoken words
And nothing's the same
Her family brings her out
Take her to him
They need to make up
Heal themselves and everyone else
But he's too busy for them
As he's been for a long time
And
She
Won't
Take
It
Any
More
Dear Lysander –
It's been years since we talked
I'm sure you don't care about anything I have to say
But you always were
Always have been
The most important person in my life
And that's why I address this to you and no one else
I'm all alone in the world now
All I needed was you
And you let me down
You don't want me around
So why should anyone else
I've decided to stop wasting everyone's time
I've been an insomniac for a long time
Visions of you leaving me running around my brain
And how much it hurts when I remember it's true
So I'm leaving
Forever
And I'm never coming back
Go to my funeral
Will you
Say the proper goodbye
That you haven't for all these years
Before you leave
Could you please
Leave me yellow tulips
If you love me
– Love Molly