Reader x Neville Longbottom except the reader is a muggle behind a screen. Prose poetry (not a story) that would make him blush to death. Written by a girl who clearly doesn't touch grass (unlike him). (I write for him & my delusions)
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I want you to be my muse, I wanna obsess over you, like a friend with a tender twisted secret.
I know that sounds insane. The young dream of relationships that are easy. Filled with sex, anger & fun. I wanna love you like the 14 year old girl who obsessed over a random boy in her year, and wrote some insane poetic work for a guy she knew utterly nothing about, and was nothing like her... I wanna vomit thoughts, feelings, fantasies, daydreams, fears, lust in a 500 page diary, thick and dirty with scraps and sketches that reminded me of you.
And as your eyes sway across the 500 pages- will you blush, cry, turn to dust & be reborn- as your 14 year old self. The frail, tender 13 year old, who found out about literature & yearning. I miss us then.
And as we grow old, will you let me write about every yearning, worry or thought, as dramatic or forbidden as it may be? Will you let me live 100 imaginary lives with you, all from a parchment, long walks, & the mind. Will you let me weave a universe in your hair. Do you want to be called looney by the others, when we skip side by side, looking neurodivergent. Will you be a bit dishevelled, a little shy, a little too rough, too emotional? Please- will you not be in the mood, will you skip on alcohol, or go totally overboard? Will you be a little selfish, & eternally confused.
To write poetry so far-fetched you don't know if I'm trying to summon the devil, find God, cripple mentally... That you wonder if I like my metaphors & inner-world more than you. To have words so scathing, insecure & maladive that they break the 4th wall of your skull, & chase you forever.
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Will you take a bath, so I can blow bubbles in your eyes and mock you? Will you loathe yourself in front of me- wrapped in a small wet towel? Will you call me zanny & slam a door at me (I'm in your walls >:) )? Will you invent an evil nickname you only call me when we fight. Will you let me scream at you for no reason, and steal your stuff? Hold your hand too tight and pull on your arm, walking like a toddler? Please, don't chuckle condescendingly when I do so, or I will scream. Can I write your name over and over 5,000 times in my notebook, until you've had enough and tear it off? Can I blow air on your eyelashes? Outline your hands and slam on them. Can I breathe foul coffee breath in your face? And lick your eyelids... Can I eat from your plate with my fingers? Kick you in the shins...
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It's so hard to write for you. I have to fetch at the edge of my being, near the void, unreality.
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