ravenclawgirl

I thought he shaved for me.

He knows how much I hate them,

Beards.

They feel

            Rough against my

                                    Cheek

                                    Neck   

                                    Stomach.

“It makes you look

                        Thoughtless

                        Lazy

                        Uneducated

                        Like a creeper”

So when I saw him

Walking towards me from across the room

I thought, for an instant

“He shaved for me.

He cares how he looks

Around me.”

And then he hand snaked its way up

To his chin,

Catching my gaze

Upon his smooth skin.

With a shrug of his shoulders

And a careless phrase

My hopes are dashed.

“It got itchy.”

Why is it that you discover who you care about the most

when you can no longer

talk to them

see them          

be worried that they’re about to severely injure themselves and others

on a daily basis.

when they start caring about someone that is good for them

when they start to grow as a human being

when they start to grow away

and you realize:

they don’t need you.

you need them,

but

they don’t need you.

not for anything

you are of no use to them anymore.

you no longer have any power over them.

you don’t

own them.

but it isn’t about power, really.

it’s about needing.

because

you know,

it’s the small stuff

that makes you realize

just

            how

                        much

                                    you

                                                care.

I step into the early morning darkness

And the breath is sucked from my lungs,

Ripped away from my large warm body

By the frigid wind nipping at my hair,

Pulling it loose from my blue wool knit cap.

 

Yet I’m already late,

There’s no going back for a coat now.

I curse,

and start my

slow

march

towards

Calculus.  



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i think i'm gonna try to do a variation of nanowrimo this year? except instead of a novel, which i have no faith in myself to write, i think i'm gonna do poems and short stories and excerpts from longer stories and such. i think this lack of solid internet has led me to my muse, as corny as that sounds. i need to open my mouth and let the words escape. wish me luck in not making a fool out of myself.
i may post some of it...

Title: She lives in Canada.
Author: mellamagod
Words: 781
Era: Marauder, 5th or 6th year
Rating: PG
Summary: In which James chats with Sirius.
AN: Hello everyone! So, this is my first, but it’s no reason to be kind. Tear it up. I might or might not continue with this story line, it just depends. COMMENTS AND CRIT STRONGLY ENCOURAGED!!! Expect more from me in the future though!

( I owl her every single day, just to make sure that everything's okay! )

SBP is grammar crunching, note passing, McGoogles loving, duck slipping, maturing marauders, Puppy!Smut love.

yes, i found an amazing summary of dh in 37 pages. it is amazing, and i would put it under the cut for prettyness, but i haven't figured out how to do that yet. :D 

EDIT: I figured out cutting!! yay!