Daisy Chains

flowers

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one night we are lying on the floor, our smiles too bright and our gaze intoxicated. i swirl the sharp liquid in my mouth and it steals the pain from the demons i am festering internally.

we are laughing about something stupid, our hands entwined. her palms are cold but her gaze is warm – laughter spilling from her soft lips, painted in a vibrant shade of dusky pink. and i want to kiss her whenever she is talking or distracted or singing or asleep - i want to kiss her in every single instant.

she prises the bottle from my hand with an inebriated giggle, raising the vial to her plump lips. i love her not for the way she dances with my angels, but for the way the sound of her voice silences my demons. of all the flowers, she is the prettiest one.

what? she asks, catching the distant look in my eyes. a smile blossoms on my lips.

you are beautiful. and i’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying a true thing, i tell her, placing a delicate kiss on her rosy cheek.

oh god, she murmurs huskily, i am beyond in love with you.

i pull her closer to me in response, kissing her temples. you can say that again.

she laughs a little too loudly, her gaze wandering to the guitar lurking in the shadows of the room. so. i've been writing a lot recently.

are the songs are about me? i prompt with a mischievous grin, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.

my lips are sealed, she tells me, finalizing her words with a vivid gesture. her movements are clumsy, liquid threatening to spill from the bottle. i take it from her hands gently, placing it down on the wooden floorboards beside us. but if you come along to the studio one day you can listen to a preview.

the anticipation is killing me, i say lowly, stifling a yawn. i glance at my watch and the blurred digits inform me that it’s past two am.

you sound like one of my fans, she says, her words slurring slightly. except less enthusiastic.

i’m your biggest fan, i say earnestly. she shoots me an odd mixture of a grin and a yawn, leaning her head against my broad shoulder. her thick curls fall over her face like a curtain, shielding her delicate features from my view.

she murmurs something inaudible into the crook between my neck and my shoulder before sleep drags her away from me. i tighten my grip around her in a protective bond, silently communicating that i will never let go of her. i lean my head against hers, letting my heavy eyelids flutter close. it’s only moments before slumber wraps me in its familiar embrace.

 somehow i don’t need to hear the words which melted off her tongue to decipher them. they are inevitable. i love you.