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.
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...