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
i.
When I was six a phoenix
tried to drown me.
Underwater I grabbed for fire.
Like Icarus, I was reaching
towards the sun.
I hope he still has
bald spots. I hope he still
cradles searing scars.
He was death,
I was the bird.
ii.
My uncle knows plastic-
wrapped soaps as well
as he knows fine wines.
If he drinks enough,
he thinks it’s love-
carved names rubbing
the silver drain smooth. Diver: 28 days
sweating, ship black against
sea. Like it had been peeled
from amber tongues.
iii.
On my fifteenth birthday, the boy
with stars on his fists and Saturn’s
rings in his eyes told me I was pretty.
It was the first time
anyone had
What You Learn From The Stars (expanded) by linaket, literature
Literature
What You Learn From The Stars (expanded)
The nearest star to Earth, save for the Sun, is Alpha Centauri, at approximately 4.24 light-years away, which means that it takes four years for the light to reach Earth. With the naked eye, a person can see stars up to the sixth magnitude after their eyes have become “dark-adapted,” that is, all sources of light must be eliminated and, after being in the dark for about twenty minutes time, a person can see stars up to that magnitude, and the estimated number of known stars that can be seen unaided is about six thousand in both hemispheres, so three thousand per hemisphere. The Andromeda galaxy is the furthest object in the nig
Ways to conquer heartbreak by DearPoetry, literature
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Ways to conquer heartbreak
Dance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase
The Hunt: Artemis and Apollo by Abitofun, literature
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The Hunt: Artemis and Apollo
Your scent
I smelled it from downwind
Sweet like summer
But sour with sin
I followed it all the way to you
I was silent like the stars
So that you never knew
Who crouched in your backyard
And while I've ended many lives
(killed my heart too)
Still you managed to survive
I couldn't kill you
Now I just can't stand that look
You get when you're with me
That bragging smirk, the pride you took
When I let you go free
But soon I won't be so kind
Me shame, my disgrace... my love?
Once you're alone to find
I'm hunting you from above
I want to see
(I'll catch you this time)
I want to see
(I'll commit the crime)
I want to see
(s
if you're an ocean, then i'm drowning. by paperheartsyndrome, literature
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if you're an ocean, then i'm drowning.
You are a calculated mistake
something that I've known is wrong from the very start. And I wake up next to you every morning lately, praying that your split lips don't sink me even though I know it's too late.
You're already taking me under, because, baby
you're heavy like hurricane. Like a thousand drops of rain pounding down on my shoulder blades. You're seeping into my skin and into my bloodstream. It's only a matter of time until you spread to my heart.
It's too late. I'm already drowning in you.
It's too late, but god, I cannot love you.
You're like the last boy I kissed
which means I should already b