Lily, my bitterness seethes within my veins with unbridled will,
Though, it's been many years since you died it hangs around me still.
Did you think that I wouldn't be upset when you chose that fool?
It was all that I could do to keep myself from lashing out, keep myself in control.
I guess my love for you was stronger than your friendship for me,
I wish that I hadn't been so stupid, I wish you would have listened to my plea.
Oh, Lily, my bitterness plunges me into nightmares of a hellish nature,
I dream of your milk white face, those emerald eyes, a heart so pure.
You betrayed me and then I turned around and betrayed you worse,
I carry all this agony and pain and all of my laments in due course.
I will make it up to you, I will make the world see that I'm not death;
That I'm not death personified with my every breath.
I wish you could realize what you'd thrown away, dear Lily.
I know that talking with a dead woman must seem rather silly,
But I do not care this shall stand as a testament of my love for you.
Because no matter what I say, no matter what I think, you're in everything I do.
Lily, my bitterness is killing me inside, I think of the could have been's,
The should have's and could have's and the who knows when's?
I just wish that things could have turned out differently for us, love.
But it seems fitting for the raven not to be able to obtain the dove.
I don't understand how you could've gone for that twit over me,
Years later I'm stewing and wondering how this could be. . .
Did you really think that this action of yours wouldn't destroy me,
Did you really think I wouldn't be upset, and beg and plea to throw him away?
I lay alone at night, awake at night and I think about you.
I don't understand how I lost someone so beautiful and true.
For I know it's my fault that you're dead, and Lily, my bitterness;
My bitterness is starting to become more painful, if you couldn't guess,
With each passing day the bitterness just seems to grow.
But things haven't been right since your death, nothing seems to go;
Nothing seems to go the way that I think it should or I want it to.
Without you here, in my life, I must admit that I'm rather blue.
Then you had to torture you further with that son of yours,
He has your damning eyes that accuse me of being impure.
I know that I was a sinner and maybe I still really am,
But at least I didn't hide behind the facade of a pure innocent lamb.
You know what you were doing to me when you chose him,
It was all I could do from screaming and tearing him limb for limb.
Yet I knew that you chose your path and I had chosen mine,
And this would be my debt to pay hell, this would be my lofty fine.
I just hope you know what you threw away when you chose that fool,
But I guess you wouldn't have thought of me since we had left school.
I wouldn't expect you think of the greasy haired git that was once your friend,
Although you promised me that you'd be my friend until the very bitter end.
You were a liar, Lily, and oh Lily my bitterness is washing over me,
It's like a persistent gnat, it won't go away, won't let me ever be.
I guess you're happy now with your husband in heaven's purest light,
While I suffer on the ground after innumerable plight after plight.
Yet I know this is my punishment, I don't know why I have to think of you.
My unrequited love is hard to get rid of, I don't think it's something I can do.
Damn you Lily Potter, I shall always love you, and you knew it was true.
I can see your mocking eyes you were a knave through and through.
I don't know why I should be surprised that you weren't a pure angel,
But I wish that you could have been there the day that I fell.
I fell so far and so hard from grace and no one was stopping me,
It was like when I needed someone the most, they all decided to flee.
Even you, and though I love you, for you were a good person despite your lies,
I hate you for this bitterness eating me inside, should that come as a surprise?
Yet it seems that this time could be spent doing something more productive,
So I shall try to forget about you and no longer through this quill let you live.
Oh, Lily, my bitterness . . .