Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of Jo's amazing characters.
You.
You are bold and colorful
Yearning for attention.
But the people who get close enough
Realize that you are only charming from a distance
Up close, you're nothing but poison
Yet still you go on
Stretching out your petals
Wishing.
Still James is the only one who notices.
He's the only one who seems to care.
No you don't love him
But he cares.
(Isn't that enough?)
He makes you feel special
Makes you feel desirable
Isn't afraid of your poison
(Because he's a goddamn Gryffindor to the core.)
Oh you so fucking wish
That it was love.
Her.
She blends into the background
Hiding from the very attention you seek.
Cuts her hair short and makes herself
Invisible.
Because she used to strut the halls
In makeup and miniskirts
Head held high
In a manner too much like her older sister.
But unlike Bella, she was fragile and weak
(And those boys knew that all too well.)
That night, she went back to the common room
With her lips smeared with blood
Her once perfect skin
A patchwork of bruises.
This was her new makeup.
She liked herself better this way.
You told her once as you kissed her
That you missed the Narcissa Black who strode the halls
As if she had the world in her palms.
In honor of Femslash February and Lily Evan's belated birthday.