He was the only one to ever love you, unconditionally, you know? And that's because you were the best thing he had ever known. How sick is this feeling, of revelling in someone else's misfortune? Knowing that had he had a better life, he would've given up on you, The moment you chose to marry the man he hated the most But he didn't. He didn't turn back on you ever. No he never did. Because you were the best thing he had ever known, There would be nothing without you. He would be nothing, without you. There's no point blaming yourself, it wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault you didn't love him. What could anyone possibly do about a cursed fate like his? He was a gloomy man, he was a difficult person. Dark like the brooding night. But call it his misfortune, or your fortune In this world where love comes with hundred conditions in tow, He loved you without a single one
Okay, so I never read Harry Potter or watched the movies. But for I did this week, watch all the movies. And in a heartbeat, I loved Snape the most for some reason. (Honestly, he was the only character, besides Dumbledore who had that aura of reality around them, of course I might be wrong given I only watched the movies) Whether it were those obsidian eyes or the way of enunciating every word or simply the charm of Alan Rickman, I don't know. Or maybe I just might've heard that he had a tragic story. (That's why I've been avoiding the series, heard too much to form my opinion.) I'm such a sucker for tragedies. But anyway there was something which made hold my heart in my icy hands
(I don't even know if it's true, correct me please if I'm not)
Apparently when JK Rowling was asked what Snape thinks about the most when he looks at Harry, she says "He thinks, 'You should've been mine' ". I don't know if that sentence makes anyone feel much, but it made me bawl.
Have you met heartbreak? Has she knocked your door and you opened? She brings you withering flowers smelling of decay, Pungent perfumes that repulses, Her beautiful face entices you, you are already lost in awe. She opens her mouth and you see she has just about four teeth left. Her baritone voice cut through your shock. Yet her skin glows and you wonder how that miracle came about. Her beautiful crimson red ball gown is stained with black mud by the edges, if you don't look closer, you would never notice. Don't let her in because she would call her friends depression and suicide. And turn your once happy world of joy into her pain filled and grieve stricken FIFA game.
My crazy side kicked in tonight.#_ara_ was my inspiration, she titled her poem, "have you met heartbreak" and I fell in love with it. But really, have you met heartbreak? How does she appear to you? This is my description of her. What is yours. Photo credit #king.bridal
Love offers to drive you to the office even though she forgot her driving license back in the room. Love runs every red light to make sure you reach on time and glibly lies to the officer that she suffers from color blindness whenever you get pulled over.
Love hates the sight of blood but comforts you as you are about to undergo anasthesia. Love falls asleep by the hospital bed as you recover from surgery even though she doesn't know the difference between the scapula and the clavicle.
Love warns you not to drink too much tequila on New Year's Eve because she has a decent idea of the amount of alcohol you can handle. Love knows you won't listen to her and makes sure that you are tucked safely in bed when you cannot walk straight to make it back home.
Love remembers your birthday and your parents anniversary even though she's never had a Facebook account. Love reminds you to call your mother every night because she understands the importance of family.
Love occasionally forgets to turn off the coffeemaker because she has a report to prepare and smiles when you tell her it's not a big deal. Love has the latest GPS tracker with her at all times because she knows what a terrible navigator you are.
Love reads philosophy books and constantly talks about opening up her own pet shelter. Love makes sure to kiss you on the forehead every night before going to sleep.
Love sometimes stays for a year and at other times for a fortnight. Love has always struggled to stick to schedules but makes sure she drops by every now and then.
I feel terribly homesick In my own hometown Nostalgic waves of euphoria Violently wash over me Flashes of a familiar face Revisiting each deserted place Leaving me to ponder Was any of it ever real? Or, simply a wishful mirage Of future's past beforehand For I find myself wistfully lost Among today's utopian wasteland Like a forgotten ghost I wander Left in this city of ruins Beyond ever changing towers Crowds of strangers Only pass through me now I'm just fading into the background