you're scarred
and you scream through your words.
i want to help you,
reach for you and hug you.
just let me in.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" that's your spell.
But it didn't work, I didn't float
I fell.
"Alohamora!" you said to my heart
and again "Accio!" to find its broken parts.
We can love each other forever and always
like Snape to Lily.
Be hysterical and weird
like Bellatrix crazy.
Let's run away and be free;
free as an elf like Dobby.
A sock makes him happy, little things count.
It's precious just like this love I found.
You know, you're not that different from Harry.
Without the scar, you're the boy who lived for me.
It's like the world vanishes when we're this close,
time feels both slow and fast,
our words echoes.
You're as keen as the Ravenclaw
seeing beauty hidden in every flaw.
Loveable like the mark of the badger,
got that trait of Slytherin clever.
I found what I was searching for.
You, my strong-heart lion of Gryffindor.

I yearn for you, my love
your scent and touch lingers,
i feel your presence
in the wind that howl
your whispers.

It pains me, darling
to see you go
once a whole picture
now a lonely glimpse.

There's a different story
in your eyes.
I saw it yesterday;
but now, not even a sight.

I don't know where to start.
My chance is running out
like sand in a hourglass,
like capturing light by hand.

Forever was a different thing
from a flash and a fling
It makes me cry a tear
why is it you cannot hear?

I'm trapped in this world of mine,
banging, and crying, and trying.
As the current of the river break the rocks,
as my heart cannot find
the key to the door you've locked.

The person I've become
is so unlikely
I found love
but at the wrong time
unfortunately.

I'm afraid to admit that I am falling
afraid to tell you
afraid to realize
I feel your answer and I don't wanna break.

You're the key to my heart
a perfect fit.
I just don't want you to see
maybe you'd just close it,
or leave me bare open.

realizing there's no point
i vanished from your sight
but I so badly want
to drown in your love.

I'm scared to tell you the truth.
The feeling of regret haunts me.
It devours me
till all I'm seeing is nothingness.

The person I've become
is so unlikely,
always thinking this wont work
You'll never belong to me.

I remember every metaphor I used for you.
It’s beautiful how quickly I ran out.
It was just so difficult to describe
a forest at the bottom of an ocean on fire.
You were soft,
I was quiet.
I remember every park bench,
every broken sidewalk,
every open sky.
It was so whole.
I remember breathing,
and the lovely amount of effort it required.
I hope you do too.
They say writers remember the important things;
I say they are liars.
I remember you wore a purple flannel
the first time I saw you,
even though it isn’t your favorite colour.
I remember that you take your coffee black,
and your tea with plenty of honey.
I remember the way your eyes changed colour
based on the weather,
and the way you looked at the sky,
like it was endless.
You were endless.
I remember everything you taught me.

They say writers remember the important things;
I remember you.