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I can teach you where the secrets lie. They're murky, hidden behind storm grey eyes.

I only wanted to know everything you couldn't tell me. You fell asleep to the sound of my dreams, my fingers combing through your hair. I had all the stories, you had so many excuses.

Sirius, pretty angel, devil boy. Spin me around once more. I need to get so high.

Maybe if I wrapped myself in intrigue, dealt in shadows and dark mystery- but I'm a born open book and the only thing you want to read.

You like everything that I am and I should l feel so lucky, but instead I fear you'll reach the bottom of the well and I won't have any more and when your fingernails bleed from scratching you'll swim off for a lake or for the sea. The salt would clean your wounds, and they'll pull bucket after bucket from me until I'm bare.

I asked what I could do for you, and you said, "Hold me til the music stops."

"Anything else?"

"Make sure the music never stops."

I don't like to deal in cliches, but there's more to you than meets the eye. There's more to you than the words you say, the things you do. You're more than they say you are, and they say a lot.

He's so gorgeous, and such a laugh.

Or

From the colour of his hair, to his name, to the depths of his heart, he's black black black.

I hate how they talk about you like they have any idea. But you're wrapped so tightly in your cloak of secrets, even I can't pretend I have any idea what's underneath.

I was just a girl who knew how to believe. You were smart and brave and dashing and I should have sensed the danger.

I watch you when you're laughing with your friends. I watch you when you outwit another professor just trying to get the best from you. I watch you when you're drunk, and all the pretty girls want to dance with you. I watch you when it's late at night, and you're staring out the window, your grey eyes dark and distant.

I want to be there when you're like that. When anything on Earth is easier than approaching you, but I just get so scared.

We all get scared, that's what you said to me that night that I cried and you confessed. I wish I'd never given you the power to hurt me. Just a few words pull the string that's holding me so precariously together, and it breaks, and I fall apart.

I wish a lot of things.

I wish for happy endings, and peace, and other things that wishing won't bring.

"If we don't do anything, then nothing will get done."

I'm living to the soundtrack of your voice.

That one morning when the sunrise shone bright red and you asked me if I'd fight I could honestly say, "I'll never stop."

I kept my promise, even if you never kept yours.

I'd rather I had died before the war was over and I knew the truth, that you were a traitor and every word was a lie.