How ironic that a person who hated flowers, fell in love with one, and not just any flower, but a flower from heaven. I hated how overly-romanticized they were, never understanding why they were thought to be so pretty, so fragrant, I just simply despised them.
And then you came into my life, a sudden emergence of hope and extraordinary beauty in my dull, bland life. I looked at you and was overcome by a wave of beauty. Your smile, your laugh, the way your eyes light up whenever you're particularly amused. So fragile, yet so impossibly strong. So pretty, so beautiful so impossibly enchanting.
And when I found out your name means 'Flower from heaven', I laughed at the irony. I fell in love with what I hated most, and God, I wanted to hate you, to despise you, I should've for how you turned my life upside down but i never could. I fell deeper and deeper in love with my flower and you know what?
I don't regret it.
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Midnight Words
Poetry//All I ever learned from love, is what pain is.// Highest rank: #40 in poetry Cover credit all go to @untamedchaos-. She's awesome, go check her out!
