A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
Word Count: 481
Got a little lost along the way,
might have made a few mistakes before I realized
how I felt, before I allowed myself to feel anything
good.
Broken paths led me to you,
shattered dreams of what was supposed to be.
He wasn't the man I thought,
wasn't the person I thought,
I wanted to pretend so hard that he was
the one for me.
I wanted it to work.
I pushed past the red flags.
Allowed myself to become what he
wanted me to be.
I had plans once upon a time,
I had dreams,
I wanted to make a difference,
and then everything changed.
We saved the world together,
we shared a kiss of hope,
of fear, of not wanting to end
up dead without acting on these feelings
we'd been harboring.
But a kiss shared at the start of battle,
a kiss shared because of fear,
isn't real, it wasn't real.
The emotions were there,
heightened to the point of insanity.
The emotional fueled confessions,
don't make a relationship work
when there's finally peace,
when there's finally rest.
Reality strikes,
and suddenly the nightmares
become real.
The truth becomes clearer and clearer.
War changes people,
war makes us monsters.
Maybe he was that way before,
maybe the war was just an excuse to act
how he saw fit, maybe I truly never knew him.
Things fall apart,
vows break and bend,
until one leaves the other behind.
Slowly finding who I am again,
finding my footing a new world.
I still need to be someone,
I still need to do something,
help someone, make a difference.
Got a little lost along the way,
but I've wandered back to the path
where I once walked,
where I once knew the way.
He was waiting there,
a man I'd never considered
as anything more than an authority figure.
Strict and focused,
unwielding, but war changes a man,
seeing those die around him,
surviving when he thinks he shouldn't have.
I'm broken, he's broken,
words can't heal, but they can help.
A smile here and there,
a shared cup of tea,
a shared meal,
a routine that settles things.
No more nightmares,
no more hiding behind these masks,
coming clean we're finally able to admit
our traumas, finally able to start healing.
We've come a long way since the war,
since I thought I had found the one.
He believes in me, believes that I can be
anything I put my heart to.
I believe in him, know he can heal from the past,
know he can learn to trust again.
He trusts me, no one else, not entirely yet,
but there's time. There's always time,
as we, hand in hand, allow the world to
grow around us,
as the world changes around us,
together, we stand.
Together we heal,
slowly giving the other our hearts,
our trust, and our love.