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May 30, 2014
How to love a girl who can't love herself. by PrussianPersephone truly captures the simplicity of loving another, even when they refuse to love themselves. Also suggested by ChinZaPep
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Literature Text
one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
two.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
three.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
must be the one to do it herself, and you
merely are there to quietly encourage her.
four.
Read her poetry (even if you are
not a poet), the kind that uses
flowery words and compares girls to
the moon; the kind that you will
rewrite for her. Make her a warrior.
Make her a goddess with eyes like a
wolf's and a smile like a tiger's.
five.
Laugh with her the first thing in
the morning and the last thing before
you fall asleep. Tell her cheap puns
that you've been thinking of for weeks.
And when she smiles - the type of smile
that could bring you to your knees if
you aren't careful - know that for the
moment, she's yours. She is whole.
six.
Love her. Love her like a fish loves
the sea or a bird loves the sky. Love
her in the way that your heart feels like
it's going to burst at any moment every
time it beats. Love her skin and the way
it feels against your own, soft and warm
and utterly flawless. Love her for the way
her voice trembles when she can't keep it
together anymore and love her when she
holds onto you as if you were the only
thing that was keeping her alive.
seven.
Love her, because some days she just can't do it herself.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
two.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
three.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
must be the one to do it herself, and you
merely are there to quietly encourage her.
four.
Read her poetry (even if you are
not a poet), the kind that uses
flowery words and compares girls to
the moon; the kind that you will
rewrite for her. Make her a warrior.
Make her a goddess with eyes like a
wolf's and a smile like a tiger's.
five.
Laugh with her the first thing in
the morning and the last thing before
you fall asleep. Tell her cheap puns
that you've been thinking of for weeks.
And when she smiles - the type of smile
that could bring you to your knees if
you aren't careful - know that for the
moment, she's yours. She is whole.
six.
Love her. Love her like a fish loves
the sea or a bird loves the sky. Love
her in the way that your heart feels like
it's going to burst at any moment every
time it beats. Love her skin and the way
it feels against your own, soft and warm
and utterly flawless. Love her for the way
her voice trembles when she can't keep it
together anymore and love her when she
holds onto you as if you were the only
thing that was keeping her alive.
seven.
Love her, because some days she just can't do it herself.
Literature
The Girl Who Was Afraid To Be
She speaks to me fondly
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
apologises
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
by ignoring
her beautiful words
and telling her to
shut up,
keep it down,
nobody cares.
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
Literature
How To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself
When you see her cry
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
Both visible
And non
touch each
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she
Literature
never become a writer
i.never become a writer.
you will become a perfectionist,
picking life apart
with a magpie's eye,
hunting for the beautiful bits
until you can make yourself
a sparkling throne
in the center of a junkyard.
ii.you will write when you're sad.
you will write when you're happy.
whenever you feel something,
you will vomit the emotion out
into some sort of literature.
when you're finished,
you'll be empty
and surrounded by
pages and pages of
everything you once were.
iii.you will try to make
pain sound delicious,
painting over the ragged wounds
with pink paint
and candy-coat lies.
you will learn
how to decorate graveyards.
everyone will play
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Edit four: PLEASE FUCKING READ THIS BEFORE COMMENTING. I really didn't want this to get as popular as it did. People don't understand the meaning behind it. This is not about romance, people. This is not solely about a man comforting a woman. This is about love. Family love, friends loving each other, and yes, lovers--but for me, this was written about family. I want my family to be there for me. Maybe the way I wrote this came off too much as lovey-dovey but it's not meant to be that way. I am female and therefore I wrote it from that perspective. If I was a guy I'd write it from that perspective. So stop getting your panties in a fucking twist and then getting into arguments with other people. I hate all the negativity in here. It makes me want to delete my work. I know this is the internet and that we can't be mature but come on--can we at least try?! I don't reply to all the comments but I do look at them and see the shit that goes down and it disappoints me highly. Also, I swear to god if I get one more creepy note from some weirdo about how they'll "take care of me" I am reporting you to dA. Not that it'll do anything. Just...please. Stop. Be mature. Be kind to others in the comments. Don't think that your opinion is the only one that matters because it's not. and always read the description because it will most likely answer any question you have about the meaning behind the poem. I'm sorry if this comes off as harsh and bitchy but I have had enough.
EDIT THREE: Oh shit why did this get a DD I didn't want this to be that popular it's not even that good I mean I'm flattered but oh fuck I don't deserve it.
EDIT TWO: AHHHHH OH MY GOD SuedeTruama READ IT OUT LOUD YOU CAN FIND IT HERE:
soundcloud.com/rose-marie-85/h… I AM FREAKING OUT BECAUSE NO ONE HAS EVER READ MY POETRY OUT LOUD BEFORE AND I LOVE THIS I LOVE IT I LOVE IT SO MUUUUUUCH
EDIT: Front page?! Get this off it doesn't belong there.
I'm trying to be positive.
I don't know if it'll work but I can still try.
(I wouldn't call this romantic because love doesn't always have to be.)
This is all I want someone to do for me but since it's not going to happen, I'll just have to do it myself and shake off those bad days like they're nothing but unwanted dirt.
EDIT THREE: Oh shit why did this get a DD I didn't want this to be that popular it's not even that good I mean I'm flattered but oh fuck I don't deserve it.
EDIT TWO: AHHHHH OH MY GOD SuedeTruama READ IT OUT LOUD YOU CAN FIND IT HERE:
soundcloud.com/rose-marie-85/h… I AM FREAKING OUT BECAUSE NO ONE HAS EVER READ MY POETRY OUT LOUD BEFORE AND I LOVE THIS I LOVE IT I LOVE IT SO MUUUUUUCH
EDIT: Front page?! Get this off it doesn't belong there.
I'm trying to be positive.
I don't know if it'll work but I can still try.
(I wouldn't call this romantic because love doesn't always have to be.)
This is all I want someone to do for me but since it's not going to happen, I'll just have to do it myself and shake off those bad days like they're nothing but unwanted dirt.
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Lovely. Reminds me of someone I once knew. 🖤