Dead To Me by PseudoJuliet
Summary: "Its a sad tale,to be read on dark stormy nights,but there shall be no sequal," Draco/Ginny angst

Categories: Poetry Characters: None
Compliant with: None
Era: None
Genres: Angst, Romance
Warnings: None
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Series: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes Word count: 506 Read: 2116 Published: Aug 12, 2005 Updated: Aug 12, 2005

1. Dead To Me by PseudoJuliet

Dead To Me by PseudoJuliet
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


Disclaimer: I disclaim


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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
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