i.
i saw your name on my caller id
and let my voicemail pick it up.
you sounded flustered on how
to word your message, but you
managed to compliment my hair
and question my whereabouts.
you called again a few hours
later, and again i let you squirm
under the pressure of the voice
mail's automatic tone. you didn't
sound angry, like i'd assume, but
instead you said you thought of
me when you saw a commercial
for a saw movie, and that i should
come over so you wouldn't be
so lonely tonight. i saved your
message in my heart, but deleted
it off of my machine. that night your
words were lost, erased. that night
you were cold
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