Ron’s Lament
A Harry Potter Poem
by Angela DePeau
I thought we were just friends,
Often I thought I hated you.
But when I saw you with him I didn't know what to do.
I'm confused by my own feelings,
I don't know what they're trying to say.
I don't understand why I just can't stop thinking of you every day.
I hate myself for not asking you first.
I hate him for taking you from me.
I just try to hide the truth in all my arguments with you.
Can't you see I'm tormented,
Wondering day by day,
If you'll ever return my feelings,
You who are so perfect in every way?
But no,
How could I possibly be better than a famous Quidditch player?
How could I give you more?
All I want is to please you,
But I'm just unknown and poor.
All I want is a little attention,
Instead of always being shunted to one side.
Instead of standing in my best friend’s shadow,
I've always wanted some fame of my own.
But now I've realized that fame doesn't matter.
All I want is you.
