"Not a Love Poem"
Title: "Not a Love Poem"
Author: P
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Length: 348 words
Summary: Draco doesn't write a love poem.
Notes: I've been planning to write this for a while, and now seemed like the right time.
Also, today is starflowers's birthday, and I must therefore dedicate it to her. Happy B-day, Lissa!
This is not a love poem.
I never learned how to love,
And I’m sure you wouldn’t understand poetry.
These are just words, some blotches of ink, and a scrap of parchment.
But if that was all,
I wouldn’t be sweating as I write.
If that was all,
I wouldn’t be writing,
Would I?
This is not a love poem,
Because I hate you,
And I’m sure you feel quite the same.
Or perhaps indifferent.
Are you indifferent, Potter?
Potter?
Harry?
I’m not.
There are days when I want to crush you.
Crush your ribs beneath my fists.
Crush your face beneath my boot.
Crush your mouth beneath my lips.
Crush your soul with mine.
I want to own you,
But I’ll never have you.
The World has you already.
Do you like that?
This is not a love song,
Because I can’t sing,
And I’m sure you’re tone-deaf anyway.
Come on, there has to be something you can’t do.
Carry a tune in a bucket?
Carry the World on your shoulders?
Carry me home?
You can’t.
This is not a cry in the dark,
Because the lights are on,
And I’m home.
Come home.
Home… the Serpent’s Lair, the Lion’s Den…
Where do the dark creatures await you?
To devour you,
And crush you?
I want to devour you.
I want you to hear me.
Silent screaming.
I want you to reach me,
The unreachable,
The unlovable,
But I don’t want to be reached,
And I can’t be loved.
This is not a love poem, Potter.
Because through the cold sweat,
Hot angry tears,
Blood seeping from nail imprints on the palm of my hand,
I don’t love you.
I don’t love myself either.
I’d make you bleed as surely as I’ve bled.
But I haven’t felt that pain.
So cut me.
You’re the only one who makes me hurt.
You’ve done it so many times.
Sharp, cold, uncaring,
Run right through me.
The blood would flow freely.
Be still my beating heart.
This is not a love poem.
It would take a heart to write one.