A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Warning: mentions murder, sexual themes, cheating
Word Count:607
Broken and betrayed
stabbed in the back by the man
I thought I loved, the man I thought loved me.
I should have seen the signs sooner,
shouldn't have let myself be blinded
by what everyone thought we could,
thought we should be.
Now, sitting alone another night
another time where he's made claims
claims I know aren't true
claims that fall apart when questioned.
I know where he is not, I know he's not working.
I know there's someone else, giving him everything
he thinks he needs.
We grew apart, part of me wants to accept blame.
I'm broken. I'm damaged.
The war's changed us all.
Lost interest in being only referred to by parts of my body.
Lost interest in being on difference sides of debates.
Lost interest in my intelligence being put aside
to sate his ego.
Sitting alone, wondering if anyone could ever
would ever, want to hold me in the way I desire.
Just strong arms around me, holding me tightly, but not too tight.
Strong arms holding me, not pressuring me to do more.
Sometimes I don't want more, I don't need more.
A small gesture of kindness,
a bed made for me, a door held open.
A meal that I don't have to cook,
knowing he's eating somewhere else,
with someone else.
All the signs are there.
I'd be blind if I didn't see them.
I stay, I stay, I don't know why
I stay.
My thoughts wander, wishing
to find someone else, someone
who will treat me how I dream of being treated.
I wanted to be a princess, once upon a time.
I wanted to dance in frilly dresses with a man whose
eyes were full of love.
A man who looked at me like I was the only
other person in the world.
Does love like that exist?
Are fairy tales even real?
I keep hearing about how a girl's got
rescue herself nowadays.
How a girl's got to be strong,
got to hang on, make her own way.
It's hard, so hard, when it feels like
every door has closed the moment
you reach it.
It shouldn't have come to this,
but there's really no escape.
Two worlds, each alike
each very different.
In this world, it's until death do you part.
A contract, a vow, sealed and signed.
No loopholes to escape.
No way out, even if you find yourself
in bed with a man you once thought was evil.
It wasn't supposed to come to this.
I was only seeking a little comfort,
a shoulder to cry on while I pretended
I believed his lies.
How was I to know what would happen the moment
I was shown a hint of true kindness?
How was I to know my heart would start pounding
again, would start beating again.
It had been silent for so long.
How was I to know I'd fall hard and fast,
every single emotion returning,
every emotional response I'd thought dead.
Until death do we part, that's what we agreed.
Since I'm not dead, and I want to part,
doesn't that just leave one option,
one way out?
I cook dinner as usual.
Put it in front of his greedy hands,
reaching to grab my chest again,
teasing me about what he'd prefer to eat.
I ignore him. I ignore his gargled screams.
I ignore his body falling to the floor.
I ignore his last gasping breath before falling silent.
I can't ignore the body.
I transfigure it into a bloody romance novel, of all things
about a cheating man and his ever loving wife who
has finally had enough.