H O W T O L O V E A G I R L W H O C A N' T L O V E H E R S E L F ?
one - when she cries herself to sleep, six out of seven night 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 and 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
she's broken smile like you know a secret and say she's mending, but
do not be the one to fix her, no, she must be the one to do it by
herself, and you merely are there to quitly encourage her.
four - read her poetry even if you're not a poet, the kind that uses flowery mood
and compares girls to the moon, the kind that you will rewrite for her,
make her a warrior, make her your 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 the 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,
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
everytime it beats, love her skin and the way it feels against yours;
soft and warm and flawless, love her to 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.
L o v e h e r b e c a u s e s o m e d a y s s h e c a n' t d o i t h e r s e l f