Porcelain
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Her face is white and staringHer lips will never move again
Her friends have all abandoned her
She's too much of a complication
For them
They shed a tear
A single one
Then jump back onto their brooms
And laugh about the Weasley's
Latest
Prank
Only he stays by her side
His fingers entwined in hers
He's too afraid to move
He's scared that she might break
Her life has been taken
Through her own hands
Her blood and her hatred for the world
Seep around her
Like a halo
Come from hell
Already her lips are going white
The afterlife is claiming her
Like a rose's petal
She wilters and she falls
The world has given up on her
God has turned his back on her
Mother Nature overlooks her
Strength upon strength
None of them care
Only he
And he doesn't care
What the others think
Because no matter what
He can't leave behind him
The words she last spoke to him
"You wouldn't miss me if I left.
You really wouldn't care
You'd sing and dance and leap with joy
And the memory of me
Would fade
Into eternity"
He hated her
Truth
But he'd been the one
To always see her cry
The tears that broke him
Found her by the lake
Her body motionless
A dague in her hand
And it had been
His turn
To cry
Twenty years he gave
To his soul
To forget her
But the memory
Of her face
White as snow
And cold as ice
Haunts him
He's lost to her
And she's won the battle
Because forever
Has become her
And death
Is her
And he
Must now find her
~* Fin *~
