Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: I'm not really sure how this happened, to be honest. It's my first freeverse, but it was definitely fun to write and much easier than normal prose. It seems to me a little odd as well, though. Just to qualify, I only see this as one side of Ginny, the part of her that is at once hesitant about her feelings for Harry and at the same time fiercely determined. (Okay, I'm not making that much sense even to myself, so I'll let you actually read the thing now.)
You're waiting for your prince, darling,
But he'll never look at you that way.
Don't you know you're just the {little girl}
to him?
Unimportant, trivial.
Forgotten.
Your sister, the one you never had,
she tells you to make friends
with him.
And maybe he isn't such a s*t*a*r after all.
Maybe he's just an ordinary little boy,
and maybe
((just maybe))
you love him all the more for it.
But he'll never look at you that way.
And, well –
you've never been known for your patience.
Forget him. There are better people out there.
People who
a-p-p-r-e-c-i-a-t-e you
Boys who call you BEAUTIFUL.
Perhaps it goes to your head a bit.
And all girls deserve
a bit of fun.
It becomes a g/a/m/e
of sorts:
How quickly can you make their hearts go
-CRACK!-
How l~o~n~g before they
leave you?
What will take
for them to break?
You're a firework, baby,
flash into their minds and leave them
DAZZLED
little rabbits caught in
h-e-a-d-l-i-g-h-t-s
and you can kill them from the
((inside))
out.
Oh, you never actually do anything:
you're waiting for your prince, after all
and this is just a bit of fun.
It is
a squeeze of the hand
and a s*p*a*r*k*l*i*n*g smile
and you let them think they've
CAUGHT
you.
But you're a b-u-t-t-e-r-f-l-y, sweetheart,
so they can't trap you
in a /glass jar\.
Not you.
You walk in a trail
of bro/ken hearts
and people call you beautiful.
They never do call you princess, though,
and don't you know that princes only go for princesses?
So you make the boys who think they've
((caught you))
SUFFER
because they're not,
can't be,
him.
Maybe he will never {love} you
and you are doomed to being
bro/ken.
Incomplete.
So you twist the hearts
of the boys who {love} you
and maybe it's even fun.
Right now, you feel
POWERFUL.
DIFFERENT.
SPECIAL.
Maybe you can even pretend
to be the girl he loves.
But the thing is –
you're not.
So you dance through your g/a/m/e
of love that isn't r-e-a-l
and add to your collection of
bro/ken hearts.
The thing is, you look like you're all
f-i-r-e and p*a*s*s*i*o*n
but your |heart|
is made of stone.
Only he can
crack
you.
Your tiara's rusting away, sweetie,
and your prince's hair is turning
grey.
And aren't you tired of waiting?
Maybe you aren't a princess, after all.
Princesses are patient.
And you are always in the ((middle))
of the a-c-t-i-o-n.
So is he.
He's a hero, after all.
So maybe it's time for you to stand on your
((own two feet))
and prove to him
you're worth it.
He's the hero, after all –
and you can be the heroine.
A/N: Well, did you like it? Hate it? Please tell me in a review!
~Butterfly
