Title: You Break Me, or Dying by Silver, Dying by You
Author: Raven
Rated: PG13 (swear word, deathficlet)
Reviews: Yes please
Disclaimer: HP belongs to JKR and others, I own nothing [...not even Draco:( ]
A/N: The poem I used is called Silver, and I wrote it a long time ago, it kinda fitted this fic, I couldn't resist.
The pairing for this ficlet is very confusing, I couldn't decide who the characters should be, so I was thinking of Harry/Draco, Harry/Ginny, and Draco/youngTomRiddle at the same time. I just can't decide, pick whichever you want.
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'Silver Blade
sharp to a point
so tempting'
It wasn't just a passing crush, I wanted you for years, I admired you, I watched you. I was obsessed with everything about you. It wasn't just an infatuation, I would've given my soul to you, my life for yours. You refused, you turned me down, ripped out my heart, broke me to inexistance.
I was innocent before, before I found the truth about the world, that it's a bitch that doesn't say sorry when your hurting, that doesn't make you smile when there's no more reasons to go on.
'In my hand I grasp
poised just above the locket
with the weakening clasp'
I would've given you everything, anything you'd ask of me.
I have nothing of you to remind me of happiness. All that's left is a locket with a picture of your face beside mine, two pictures, seperate from each other. Because there was never one of just you and me.
The necklace worn to inexistance, always clutched in my hand, for fear that it would leave me, that it was never there, that you never gave me it, because I wasn't good enough for you.
'Silver Dagger
helpless to my cause
wishful thinking my death will bring
heart of stone
the sirens sing'
I've learnt to deal with the pain, of wanting you so much it hurts, of never trully having you for myself. You think I won't break, you think I don't feel, so you step on me, cut me up into shreds of nothingness. Sometimes I think you want me dead, and I think it would be nice to see you smile again.
I always loved to see you smile, you never smiled for me. You did once, but it never reached your eyes, you lied with a smile, you lied.
That was when I wish'd that I had died, been dead already. You hurt me once, I forgave you, hurt me twice, I looked the other way, hurt me over and over again, with no sorry to cover up the wounds in my heart, to fill the holes in me, than you lost me. Because not even I can take being ripped apart and never put together again.
'By the cutting of my flesh'
You always said that you saw silver in my eyes, it's fitting don't you think? To die by the one thing you ever saw in me. To die because of you.
Sometimes, I think if something had been different, if I had just said something to make you see me, if I had done something to make me worthy of you. That maybe things could've been different for you and me.
'Die by Silver'
I was damned long before you came, but not as damned as when you left.
I can only take so much before I break.
Before I die.
Before I kill myself...with a Silver Dagger, it's fitting, don't you think?
~~~~~~~fin
Author: Raven
Rated: PG13 (swear word, deathficlet)
Reviews: Yes please
Disclaimer: HP belongs to JKR and others, I own nothing [...not even Draco:( ]
A/N: The poem I used is called Silver, and I wrote it a long time ago, it kinda fitted this fic, I couldn't resist.
The pairing for this ficlet is very confusing, I couldn't decide who the characters should be, so I was thinking of Harry/Draco, Harry/Ginny, and Draco/youngTomRiddle at the same time. I just can't decide, pick whichever you want.
~~~~~~~~~~~
'Silver Blade
sharp to a point
so tempting'
It wasn't just a passing crush, I wanted you for years, I admired you, I watched you. I was obsessed with everything about you. It wasn't just an infatuation, I would've given my soul to you, my life for yours. You refused, you turned me down, ripped out my heart, broke me to inexistance.
I was innocent before, before I found the truth about the world, that it's a bitch that doesn't say sorry when your hurting, that doesn't make you smile when there's no more reasons to go on.
'In my hand I grasp
poised just above the locket
with the weakening clasp'
I would've given you everything, anything you'd ask of me.
I have nothing of you to remind me of happiness. All that's left is a locket with a picture of your face beside mine, two pictures, seperate from each other. Because there was never one of just you and me.
The necklace worn to inexistance, always clutched in my hand, for fear that it would leave me, that it was never there, that you never gave me it, because I wasn't good enough for you.
'Silver Dagger
helpless to my cause
wishful thinking my death will bring
heart of stone
the sirens sing'
I've learnt to deal with the pain, of wanting you so much it hurts, of never trully having you for myself. You think I won't break, you think I don't feel, so you step on me, cut me up into shreds of nothingness. Sometimes I think you want me dead, and I think it would be nice to see you smile again.
I always loved to see you smile, you never smiled for me. You did once, but it never reached your eyes, you lied with a smile, you lied.
That was when I wish'd that I had died, been dead already. You hurt me once, I forgave you, hurt me twice, I looked the other way, hurt me over and over again, with no sorry to cover up the wounds in my heart, to fill the holes in me, than you lost me. Because not even I can take being ripped apart and never put together again.
'By the cutting of my flesh'
You always said that you saw silver in my eyes, it's fitting don't you think? To die by the one thing you ever saw in me. To die because of you.
Sometimes, I think if something had been different, if I had just said something to make you see me, if I had done something to make me worthy of you. That maybe things could've been different for you and me.
'Die by Silver'
I was damned long before you came, but not as damned as when you left.
I can only take so much before I break.
Before I die.
Before I kill myself...with a Silver Dagger, it's fitting, don't you think?
~~~~~~~fin
