@hedunne ASKED, “ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊’𝒎 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒕’𝒔…𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒖𝒕. ” 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒚
𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐘. 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐈𝐍. daisy had never met anyone who she connected with so fully , to who she knew understood her the way she wanted. yet they fought & argued like no other even when they wrote songs that told stories & made them as famous as they are now. on top of the world , but conflicted internally. he who’s married to a lovely woman who deserves better , he who has children of his own. to him she is forbidden though he desires her entirely. & daisy, well, daisy wants nothing more than to have her songs heard & loved. she is the someone & not the muse other people write about. ( years after the fact daisy can still remember how much she loathed billy. how irritated he made her. now, she wonders , how did they get here ? yearning , but not being able to have each other. painfully intertwined. ) ; words make woman drop her head, a sigh to escape her chest. chipped painted nails let go of the water she’d help & for a moment a silence overcomes. daisy turns & eyes , smoky from the make up she smeared over them , cut over toward billy. billy with that pitiful expression ! ❛ have you ever considered that we . . aren’t as good for each other as we’d hope ? ❜ is mused toward him in an even tone. head of firey hair is tilted to the side , ❛ that if we could be together , really be together , that we’d destory each other entirely ? ❜ a brow arches , ❛ is that what love is ? is it-is it suppose to be difficult , painful , & destroying ? ❜ maybe for two people who are self appointed “broken” & fucked up. daisy doesn’t want to be fucked up anymore, not after tonight at least.
