It begins with a melancholy
feeling deep inside my soul. Something
pushes it deeper until I
can't handle it anymore. I stop
breathing for a few seconds.
My chest heaves and my lungs take
in a deep, ragged breath. They
get addicted to these sharp
stings. I start to hyperventillate.
I rock forward. I rock backward. I rock
forward and backward and forward
and backward. I rock. I rock. I pull
my hair down. I smooth it out. I smooth my
hair and rock forward and backward and
heave in another ragged breath. One
tear builds up in each eye until
they decide to take the plunge down
my cheeks. The right tear falls onto my
chest with a
How to love a girl who can't love herself. by lupus-astra, literature
Literature
How to love a girl who can't love herself.
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
"Hi, I'm-"
"I know who you are."
"You do?"
"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."
"I have a name-"
"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."
"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."
"Yeah?"
"You're the girl who is broken."
"I am not broken."
"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."
"I sleep well. Besides-"
"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."
"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"