For such a
smartsensibleabostluelyRavenclaw
girl,
she really has a stupid amount
of Gryffindor pride.
Really, she has an
insuperable amount of pride,
- hubris -
her fatal flaw,
her bitter downfall.
She holds her head up high,
with her nose up in the air some might say,
but she tries to ignore that.
But it's gotten so hard.
It's gotten harder&harder
to pretend she's still
[picture] perfect,
that her problems are
non-existent.
...
And sometimes she feels like she's
- drowning -
in herself.
Her lungs beg for air,
but she always suffocates, under everything.
(Somehow she can't remember
when breathing became
so difficult.)
Truth is,
she's trying so hard,
with all she's got.
But her best stopped being
good enough.
Things keep changing.
And she hates it,
because she's a
creature of habit.
She needs things she can rely on.
But people who once were her
everything
the ones who
meant the most to her,
just... disappeared.
Dropped her
because she isn't perfect,
because she made a
few mistakes.
It stings her to realize
everything really was just
useless words,
little white lies,
smoke and mirrors
to them.
(Not to her, though...)
But, still, she desperately
wants it all back.
She misses trusting people,
she misses loving people.
Betrayal leaves an awful taste
in her mouth,
but the taste of absolutely
- nothing -
no one, tastes much worse.
Because it was all so real,
so genuine to her.
...
But in reality,
she's just grasping at,
clutching to broken memories
of her golden years,
that s-h-a-t-t-e-r
like her soul.
She can't let go even as
these fading memories burn the
palms of her hands.
She doesn't want to remember.
But she can't bear to forget.
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