My feelings are hurt.
I say it out loud despite how stupid it feels in my mind.

The old me would be a self fulfilling prophecy.
The old me would prove your suspicions right.

Always on the defensive.
I feel like I always need to be.

But I am kind.
I can see beauty where others are blind.
I love hard.
And I love right.

Why so many opponents
When I'm not playing a game?

I know it seems crazy.
The circumstances are insane
But we need more people on our team.
Your opposition brings me pain.

I love him.
You love him.
And I'll love you
Because he does.

I won't get it the way.
I won't let my love run dry.
I won't  abuse his affections.

I just want to make him happy.
I want him to get what's best.
I want to fulfill him in every way.
I want to fall asleep on his chest.

I am so sick of trying to make people like me.
There is something to be said about an acquired taste.

I didn't always like mustard.

Handle me gently.
Mull it over in your mind
Until you find the words that match your intentions.
Say them quietly
So only I can hear.
Don't speak harshly.
Don't leave me hanging.
Don't blend into the background.
A word spoken is a word meant
So say what you mean
Because I meant what I said
And I'll say it again.
I love you times one million.
All my bad decisions were worth it
If my one right decision was you.

Be careful with words.
Don't toss them around.
You may not realize how heavy they are,
And heavy things hit hard.

He was the kind of boy that would listen to you talk about your dreams
And watch you try on a series of hats only to tell you he didn't like any of them.

This boy that could talk about kiwis
without seeming dull.

He had an affinity for hip hop music and ironic T shirts
and fancied himself a good club crawl every now and again.

The two P's were often on his dinner menu (pasta and pesto)
And he was quirky.
Not in a Zooey Deschanel kind of way,
But in the way that is effortless.
In the way that intrigues people.
Intrigues me.  

He wasn't the kind of boy you read about in books,
but should have books written about him.
I wanted to be the one to write it.

It started off as a fan-fiction
and ended as wishful thinking.

Rest in peace to all the brave gryffindors
The courageous ones with hearts that soar
Rest in peace to all the smart ravenclaws
You left this generation in intelligent awe
Rest in peace to all the clever slytherin
without you, many of us wouldn't grin
Rest in peace to all the kind hufflepuff
I know our journey was tough

Avada kedavra to the other sort
Crucio on voldermort
imperious on the non deluxe
Destroy all of the horcrux

Shortlived were the cohorts
That tried to defeat hogwarts

we thank you