I wake from a dream, so very much like the ones I have had so many times
before.
It has blood, your blood. And screams, which I assume are yours. And I follow them, the smell and the sound. And I follow and find you there, broken and bruised and waiting.
And you are waiting for me.
I cannot see you, only feel you. It is dark, purgatory I believe. It is so dark but I can feel you there, inside my mind.
And I follow your scent, the smell of confusion and darkness, and I kneel at your side and reach out to you. I cannot see you but I can feel you and your skin pricks my fingers like the shards of broken dreams. Yet I close my fingers around yours, intertwining and becoming one. Where you cannot tell where my hand ends and yours begins. And we are one and we are whole. And in this bleeding pain and darkness, in this never-ending downward spiral. In this hate filled world of clichés and acting. I find you, and you understand. And before everything ends and I am dragged back into painful reality I hear one word, one perfect word. * Complete *
But then I wake up. Into that world again, and it is cold because life is cruel. And I lie in bed and stare up at the canopy above. I know it is green but in the darkness it looks black. I smile: everything ends up black.
Who are you? Who are you that invades my dreams and brings my only relief? So that I wait all day until the moment when I can slip into slumber and meet you again?
I fear I have fallen in love with you. Love doesn't exist, I know. But if it did would it feel like this? Like you and your sharp skin?
I don't even know what your voice sounds like. What color your eyes are. Where you live. I don't even know if you're real, but you have to be. If you where not real. then what would that make me?
At breakfast I look across the room, scan it to find my dream lover. If love where real. But if love isn't real then what do I feel for you? Understanding? Hope? Then you aren't a lover, are you? A hoper, perhaps. Yet that sounds too cheerful. A bleeder? But that's what everyone is. Who are you, my hope? Where are you?
It is almost time for class to start and I am rushing through the hall, you are always in my mind. Always, my love. And while I think of you I nearly run into a boy from my class. His name is Harry.
He turns, apology already on his lips, but then he sees it's me.
Our eyes meet.
I see you, my hope. I see you in his eyes. Green His eyes are green.
Are you him? Is he you?
'Complete?' he whispers.
'Complete' I reply.
He knows, just as I know. He is my hope. My understanding. He is my whole.
Where have you been for so long? What pretense have you been hiding under?
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A/N I really don't know what this is all about. Really, I don't. It's odd, I think. Oh, and if you can't tell, 'I' is Draco. And Harry is, obviously, Harry. You can puzzle out what you want it to mean.
It has blood, your blood. And screams, which I assume are yours. And I follow them, the smell and the sound. And I follow and find you there, broken and bruised and waiting.
And you are waiting for me.
I cannot see you, only feel you. It is dark, purgatory I believe. It is so dark but I can feel you there, inside my mind.
And I follow your scent, the smell of confusion and darkness, and I kneel at your side and reach out to you. I cannot see you but I can feel you and your skin pricks my fingers like the shards of broken dreams. Yet I close my fingers around yours, intertwining and becoming one. Where you cannot tell where my hand ends and yours begins. And we are one and we are whole. And in this bleeding pain and darkness, in this never-ending downward spiral. In this hate filled world of clichés and acting. I find you, and you understand. And before everything ends and I am dragged back into painful reality I hear one word, one perfect word. * Complete *
But then I wake up. Into that world again, and it is cold because life is cruel. And I lie in bed and stare up at the canopy above. I know it is green but in the darkness it looks black. I smile: everything ends up black.
Who are you? Who are you that invades my dreams and brings my only relief? So that I wait all day until the moment when I can slip into slumber and meet you again?
I fear I have fallen in love with you. Love doesn't exist, I know. But if it did would it feel like this? Like you and your sharp skin?
I don't even know what your voice sounds like. What color your eyes are. Where you live. I don't even know if you're real, but you have to be. If you where not real. then what would that make me?
At breakfast I look across the room, scan it to find my dream lover. If love where real. But if love isn't real then what do I feel for you? Understanding? Hope? Then you aren't a lover, are you? A hoper, perhaps. Yet that sounds too cheerful. A bleeder? But that's what everyone is. Who are you, my hope? Where are you?
It is almost time for class to start and I am rushing through the hall, you are always in my mind. Always, my love. And while I think of you I nearly run into a boy from my class. His name is Harry.
He turns, apology already on his lips, but then he sees it's me.
Our eyes meet.
I see you, my hope. I see you in his eyes. Green His eyes are green.
Are you him? Is he you?
'Complete?' he whispers.
'Complete' I reply.
He knows, just as I know. He is my hope. My understanding. He is my whole.
Where have you been for so long? What pretense have you been hiding under?
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A/N I really don't know what this is all about. Really, I don't. It's odd, I think. Oh, and if you can't tell, 'I' is Draco. And Harry is, obviously, Harry. You can puzzle out what you want it to mean.