Once she was beautiful but look at her now.

Everything she once was, is hidden by the dark.

I saw her in all of her beauty and light.

Now she is reduced to a burn from a mark.

She walks with such hope.

I had not seen hope in two years.

She knows he will save her.

She will not cry, she won’t shed any tears.

She is not scared.

When will they learn?

Nothing can break her, and nothing ever will.

No matter how much fire, Bella won’t burn.

She was the one.

She was my girl.

Before Tom riddle found her.

And took my Bella, down to her very last curl.

He twisted her.

I used to see beauty.

But he took her light that shined on us all.

Now I look at her and all I see is cruelty.

Her eyes meet mine as she walks past my cell.

She looks at me in amazement. And I feel a little for her.

Does anybody truly deserve to rot in this hell?

Even the bad girl shouldn’t be here.

When I see her for what she is, I feel furious.

Only Bella could make me this unbelievably pissed.

She cold and different to the girl that I knew.

And then it occurs to me she is not the girl that I sorely missed.

Bella was beautiful and full of light.

So kind and beautiful like stunning white doe.

Bellatrix is the woman who walks past my cell.

Cold and cruel like an empty shadow.

Now she is gone.

Out of my view.

Maybe she will have a window.

Then at least she can see daylight instead of just curfew.

A murderer and Psycho.

That’s what she has been reduced too.

My Bella.

My girl.

I should have known nothing that innocent could be true.

I kept holding on.

To a past that was gone.

Now she has showed me what she really is.

I know now that the time has finally come for me to move on.

“You saved me.” I whisper.

But Bella was gone.