Red

Day 11 - Queen Envy

She's always up there

Sitting on top of her shimmering throne

Made out of dark glass 

So obscure, you cannot tell the difference between colors

Green or blind

She was born within me to manuever the good

and direct me to the path of more hunger

When I have starved myself just enough

Her heart is the mind of all these diseases

Her magic shifts my silent infatuation into an obsession

Stone-like and too heavy to carry

Until I am sunk deep 

Left with blue submerged wounds

and she's the one to hold the cure

Day 11b - Just a love poem with Harry Potter's references

Let's leave the tower

when the Prefects are not looking

when the Grey Lady is elsewhere

Promise me you'll remember the answer to the riddle

once we go back before midnight

Hogsmeade will close not long after the sunset so please hurry

I'll be waiting for you below the chandelier but you must pretend like I am just another ghost

Invincible

Like the thought of you and me and the two glasses of cold Butterbeer

Like the way you make stay a little longer for more enchanting stories

Like the first time you casted a Patronus and helped me to picture how it shaped

I want to know your biggest fear and how you confront them

Gazing into your eyes is

Like looking through a crystal ball of cloudy prophecy

Putting me into a test

What is this spell (or rather a curse) you are trying to cast?

How I wish I keep a spare bottle of Liquid Luck

Coz I know it feels like

I need to put on my behaviour tonight