Snape truly was under the spell
So secretive by nature
They spilled their heart’s minute details:
Their Grandmother was French.
Always the butt of cruel jokes
They had hard time in school,
Forced to come out like a fool
By always getting clocked.
Financially they knew no ease,
And when fortune arrived
It was through vile life of service
That now appalled their pride.
Renouncing Death Eater's gold
They would be on the street
If not their job in Hogwarts school
Impossible to quit.
They flung themself in Muggle gigs
They had nothing to prove.
Life to regret
For things they've made
Now transformed into tics.
And thus they spoke
Their mind on fire
Torn by despair and desire
Because in the midst of their words
Their friend was getting all too close
Their eyes so calm, demeanor cool
They caught their gaze
“Don't be a fool.
I cannot judge.
In my own fate
Were plenty things
I now regret.
A worthless heir,
A model student,
Came out only
When I wanted.
I fight to make
Our chances even.
An open heart
Is not a given.
I wish I could
In early days
Of our acquaintance
Pull you closer
Instead of deepening
Your guilt.
I know the reason
Why you pushed me
Away is clear.
I used you -
This is how you felt.
No. This is how it's been.”
I let you. I could do anything for you.
And you confided in the few. I wasn't one of them.
“I couldn't.’’
Yes. I know.
They stopped
Their pacing,
Stood embracing
Letting the kisses
Wildly flow.
Brian admired
How in lust
Snape ceased to be
Their own master.
A fierce lover,
They could both
Display abandon
And control.
In a fluid dance
Of give and take
They try to forget
Their old mistakes.