Tell her what it takes.
Tell her everyday that she is beautiful
Tell her that she makes you happy
Tell her that you’re ok,
But only when you really mean it.
Don’t scare her away.
You never made it easy for me.
You once called me Belle
& I never realized what that meant
Until I cracked open your Beastly shell
& noticed a beautiful Prince.
But then it slammed shut
Almost like a door had closed on my fingers
I couldn’t hold on anymore.
I’m sick of worrying,
Worrying that new scars will be added,
Or if he cuts himself too deep.
I’m sick of trying to leave,
But staying to save his life.
I’m sick of only being there in spirit,
& not being able to touch him
In hopes of a healing.
The Legend says this:
The Beast will remain a Beast
As long as it remains unloved.
But I have loved you.
The last rose petal still remains.
Find her,
So that you may become a Prince.
I don't normally give out details about the meanings behind my poems (except to my closest friends/loved ones), but this one is kind of a doozy. I can imagine it throwing someone off. Well, here goes:
I was recently in a relationship with someone who was diagnosed with an emotional disorder, which has led him to have anxiety & depression. He nicknamed me Belle, because he always saw himself as the Beast (& because Beauty & the Beast was my favorite story as a child). The Beast from the story himself was in pain & agony (although it was his own doing) because of his Beastly nature. My ex had told me that I was the girl he had been waiting for, the girl to cure his depression (or "break the spell"). For about two years, I had believed that this was indeed my purpose. But with that sort of responsibility comes a lot of unnecessary pressure. When our relationship became long-distanced, things began to go downhill fast. He started to get very clingy, & over emotional over the silliest of things. We were spending less time talking about things that did matter than arguing about things that did not. More than once, I tried to leave him, but he would threaten to commit suicide if I had. Pretty soon, I started to feel trapped. I was also beginning to feel unhappy. About a month ago we parted ways for good (which ended peacefully), & I wrote this as a declaration to him. It basically sums up our relationship, & this is also my statement saying that I am ready to let go, & for him to move on in hopes of finding his happiness.