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A heart split in two
One kiss. One night. One love. One heart split in two. One curse that ends all of them but one. The heart still loves even if the kiss fades. The heart still longs for, even if the night doesn’t bring much joy any more. The heart still stands...bleeding, but it stands even if love hurts.
Love is dead
The heart sends signals to the mind. Sometimes, it tells you to feel happy and fulfilled. Sometimes, it makes you feel a kind of pain that is worse than the Cruciatus Curse. You want to tear your skin apart, just to make it stop. And the worst thing is that it doesn’t. It keeps going for years and years and years, until you finally give up and let it consume you with a sweet satisfaction, only the past knows of.
The lost nice
I come to your door and you let me in, even though I am the ghost of your past seeking revenge. You are blinded by the way your heart made you feel all those years ago...blinded by the youth of my face, which is a constant reminder of what you did to me. You opened the door to your own defeat, knowing that I would not go until you pay.
I came to hate you and I end up loving you—loving all that makes you. I point a gun at your chest yet I fail pull the trigger because my heart shan’t let me. I want to tell you horrible words of how you made me feel one day long ago, yet when I open my mouth nothing comes out. You’ve silenced me. You cast your spell on me again and now I don’t have the strength to make you suffer.
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