A/N: Please review and tell me what you think. Just so you know though, when I first wrote this, it wasn't meant for Harry Potter. But since it matches so well, I might as well just post it here. Remember to review!

The moment I first looked

upon the calmness of your face

that was soon replaced with that

heartless mask made from your pain

only showing your ice and now your warmth.

At first, we had only loath one other,

seeing my hateful father, not my mother,

but neither my parents I was

for I too held this cheerful mask

covering the pain of my youth.

The scars that you will

never peek upon, covered by pills

that helped me get back into life

for once ago a knife I held;

the shadowed life I had lived.

For knowing you will be there,

hating me you may be, but still there

and now, you have broken through

my mask when it should have been

your mask that I break.

Now I feel a joy

like a child with a new found toy.

At first I refused to believe

remembering my darkened past,

but now my heart you wield.

Your warmth at night,

your sarcastic humor,

the endlessness of your eyes.

All this you give me

I never want to give it away.

But now your past is caught,

your own horrors tearing us apart.

And now we're in a fight thats clawing at my heart;

Mist in my eyes, tears I refuse to cry.

The cold, icy mask is back in place.

I run from you,

from my pain, from my heart.

I may not be made of glass

but it is my heart that is

and now, darkness I once more see.

A flash of memories go through me

Breaking me with my broken heart.

A pain wash through me

like salt over my cut open soul

turning my to pieces.

And yet, I find that in my heart

I feel as if it is my fault

for that we are apart.

For I know that no matter what

I would give my life for you.

And now, as I come to you to talk

the one who drove us apart is here.

A maniacal laugh, a weapon in hand,

aimed at you and ready to fire,

but instead of you, I took the shot.

As I laying dying

with my blood flowing freely,

I see tears in those dark eyes.

I use my hand to wipe them away

for it doesn't match you.

And as I lay, I reach the knowedge,

that no matter how you feel

my heart shall always belong to you.

And now, people have come

trying to save what is too late.

And now I lay dying, ready for death,

something I can easily tell,

that you will forever more and always be

My heart, my soul,

My murderer.