Aren't you scared?
he asks her
and she tilts her head up to the sky
and laughslaughslaughs
like that's the most ridiculous thing
she's ever heard
[(she is)n't]
;;;
She's Rose-fucking-Weasley
and nothing frightens her
(well,
that's not quite true)
she's gold(en)
perfection personified
(try saying that five times fast)
with nimble fingers that are
unnaturally good at
unbuttoning his shirt
with precession and speed,
Bar none
(she's Rose-fucking-Weasley
everything she does is
bar-fucking-none)
;;;
She forgot to remember to forget
him/them/everythingthathappened
and he can see straight through the porcelain
(glass)
doll of a girl
.
;;;
(she'sscaredshe'sscaredshe'sscared)
;;;
but she's Rose-fucking-Weasly
(don't you forget it,
silly boy,
she'll chew you up and spit you out)
;;;
Pretty, pretty Rosie
("don't call me that!")
Pretty, pretty Rosie-Posie
(ashes, ashes.
you know what happens next)
;;;
FALL
begins and the leaves are a billion colors
and they dance in the wind
and Rosie-Posie dances in the rain
yellow boots and all
because that's who she is
;;;
maybe
;;;
don't break the girl,
the blossom that might never bloom
for lack of sun
(London's so rainy, maybe she should
[you both should]
e.s.c.a.p.e.)
for a little while
;;;
don't break the fragile smile
and the almost trusting heart
the girl who's neverneveralways
scared