This is a poem that I wrote and thought Draco/Ginny instantly. It is a poem written from Ginny's perspective. As I see it, she is around the age of 25 or 26 and she and Draco have had a whirlwind romance for quite some time. Draco, being Draco, has really screwed up this time and Ginny has had enough. According to her in this poem, it is over. There is no way he can make it up to her this time with fancy jewels or apologies. He is in way too deep. Anyway, enough of the intro. Here is the poem. Perhaps I will write the companion fic leading up to it, but I'm not sure yet
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For years upon years, I have defended you. Saying that some of your slighter fancies were just spontaneous combustions of joy or pent up emotions.
When the world was at your back about to break you, I stood tall and strong and I fought them off with razor sharp wit and biting tongue
And I wonder now if it was even worth it. For you've simply thrown my cares, my defenses, to the wind not caring where they land
For years upon years, you ripped my safety blanket from my trembling hands, telling me to be stronger, but still when the time came I stood at the head of the firing line ready to take your bullet
You repay me now by tearing this butterfly's wings and preventing her from taking flight, a beautiful canvas against a perriwinkle sky.
You've created the storybook tragedy but you dont realize that it can't be edited it cant be rewritten to suit your own devices. You've already stripped it to its core, there's no way to cut deeper
And as I try to see from your distorted, and demented point of view I'm drunk with confusion. Like an old man drinking his life away in seedy bars, I stumble and stagger, missing the point
No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to decipher the code on these handwritten pages of your life Where did you step out of line completely? Or was it a gradual slide into oblivion, never to be heard from again.
I only know one thing for certain there is no way I can let this one go, I can't defend it like your past transgressions. I refuse to be an attorney, pleading a case even I don't believe.
And though it aches to acknowledge it the slate will never be clean this is the end, this is where we strap on the leather binding, and tie the string tight, because our chapter is over
Its a sad tale, to be read on dark stormy nights, but there shall be no sequal, you, the antagonist, show no remorse I, the protagonist, refuse to forgive. So here it ends.... there's no more you're dead to me