A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
Word Count: 513
Assignment #9 Childcare - 4. "Baby Mine" — "Baby mine, don't you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine…"
Task #4: write a fic with the hurt/comfort genre without anyone dying.
Word Count: 513
Warning: mentions of bullying and abuse
Under no illusions now
I know who you are,
the real you, the one you
kept trying to keep me from seeing.
I should hate you.
I should leave you,
turn and run and never ever look
back, but for some reason
I'm still standing here.
There's something about you
I just can't quit, something
I know I shouldn't want, but
I do.
I know you're not capable
of the love I deserve,
of being the man I thought
you were.
Maybe it's better this way,
all our dirty little secrets
thrown into the light.
You loved her.
You still love her.
You're never going to be
over her,
never going to stop
comparing me to her.
I can never be her.
I could never hurt you
the way she did.
I could never toy with your heart
the way she did.
You placed her on a pedastal,
you made her a goddess,
a dream girl who we both know,
although you can't confess,
was anything but.
You've cast yourself as the victim,
but I see the real you,
see the true you.
You were never an angel.
I know what you said to her,
what broke things to pieces
finally.
Was she ever the friend you claimed?
Was she a friend when she sat there and
watched as they tortured you?
Was she a friend when you were alone,
when you were lonely?
Did she come to you then?
Did she give you a reason to believe
that maybe you were greater than
they said, that maybe
you weren't what they said?
Damaged,
a freak,
a half-blood,
not good enough,
words that cut deep,
words the pierced your
skin and sank their teeth
into your heart,
your mind.
Out of place,
and the one person you
thought was your friend,
betrayed you for your worst enemy.
I am not her!
I will never be her!
I know you still see her when you
close your dark eyes.
I know you still whisper
her name late at night
when the nightmares come,
when the guilt weighs heavy
on your heart.
She doesn't deserve your guilt.
She picked them over you.
She laughed at you.
She never defended you,
just kept stringing you along
until you finally cracked and
she could prove to her
new friends that they were right
all along.
You never deserved her,
never deserved to be beaten and bruised
betrayed and left behind
by those that claimed they loved you.
Those that claimed they cared about you.
I know those words sting
like little paper cuts
love
trust
care
Those words I whisper,
tears in my eyes as I
try to heal the damage they've done
over years of betrayal and
manipulation.
Worthy
Brilliant
Beautiful
Words you think are lies,
lies that escape my lips
when I hold you at night,
when I run my fingers through
your black hair.
Words I whisper, hoping
that maybe if I repeat them enough,
you might finally see the man you
truly are and not the one
they've made you out to be.