It's been a while and I don't even know what this is. Have some Tedromeda. :)
Silver eyed with a rare flashing smile,
you have me thinking
that maybe you could learn to love me.
If anyone could, it would be you.
A galaxy by any other name
couldn't shine so bright,
even while the edges of all your stars threaten
to papercut my world apart with just a word.
(It only ever takes one word, love.)
Yes
or
No
or maybe a whispered
Mudblood
echoing off stone walls
and hidden behind prejudiced hands.
But,
"Let's not go there."
"Yes, let's not."
And yet, even as our fingertips
brush moonlit skin,
even as I watch you paint an endless starry night
on my wrists, leaving trails of stardust
along my veins, I wonder
about the razor blade you keep between your teeth.
I wonder if the gravity of my heritage
will bring us to our knees
(where do stars go when they fall, anyway?)
or if you'll open your mouth and cut all ties
and let us be.
But I could never ask that of you.
I would never ask you to love me that much.
...
I hope you do.