Dried Flowers
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kelvo_quorolana Writing for chocolate
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The first time she looked at me my heart didn't skip a beat. After all who falls in love with a dried flower?

Dried Flowers

The first time she looked at me my heart didn't skip a beat.

After all who falls in love with a dried flower?

Covered in freckles of her fading beauty

Drowning in the darkness of her rotting colours

She was a withered flower trying to rule a kingdom of the most exotic beauties

However, none of that stopped her. She had already concretised her place in the garden, among the flowers

But that wasn't enough to earn her a place in my heart.

I didn't like her. Much less love.

The second time I saw her she had been stuck in the rain

Among people dancing in joy or drowning in sadness

The rain bringing with itself magic in their mundane lives

Alas, she was a bullet of reality

She couldn't wait and forget her problems for a second

No. She had to move on.

Shoving past every hurdle in the way

Leaving nothing but her scent behind

Tearing her petals as the hurdles clawed at her

She had to get a job done, even if her eyes were swimming with tears at missing nature's beautiful moments

Swimming with tears at the innocence she had lost.

But that didn't earn her a place in my heart.

Did it?

The third time I saw her she was dressed up for an occasion

Dressed in the deepest purples, to hide her bruises

Her shackles camouflaged in bracelets of emeralds

And her noose made out of sapphires

That day as she walked out towards her guillotine

She wore the mask that had the brightest smile of them all

One that pretended that what could have been is what she is living

She smiled through her tears, stabbing them down with each "I am fine."

But when the night finally ended there was little the walls could do to hold back her howls

The last time that I saw her she was dressed up in a mundane way

No longer did she have a kingdom

No longer did she have a job

No longer did she have any sorrows

But that didn't mean that her journey had come to an end

After all doesn't the smell of dried flowers deepen with time

This was just her half-time break

She still had a lot more to do.

Now the only thing that she had control over was her future

The only job that she had in mind was to keep herself happy

And the only colours in her life were from the happy moments

In the end she was, finally, what she always was

But what she wasn't was far from done.

And as she smiled at me that day I realised something else

I realised that she was made out of hope.

Hope for love

Hope for happiness

Hope for a better future

And that is when I fell in love with her.

I fell in love with a dried flower.

I fell in love with...

Myself

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