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 Jun 2014 Melonee Peterson
Legion
When you see her cry
     you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
                                        Lovingly grasp her hand
                                               and dab its tip;
                                       dry each tear as they come.
                                                           ­                               And ask each drop
                                                            ­                                   why it'd leave
                                                           ­                               such beautiful eyes.

  If she wishes
to be in the sky,
  tell her to go.
                              Take the sun ransom,
                              and replace its shining
                                    with her own.
                                                            ­          So you can see her every morning
                                                         ­                          and wish for her
                                                                ­                  return each night.

When you see her scars
  both visible and non-
    touch each gently.
                                             And remind her
                                       that each and every hurt
                                            she has survived,
                                                       ­                                 has only made her
                                                                ­                   that much more unique;
                                                         ­                              that much stronger.

  Show her that she
  is a special person
and is worthy of love.
                                     That she deserves the love
                                            she fears to give...
                                            show her so that
                                                            ­                     one day after you're gone
                                                            ­                      she can find the strength
                                                                ­                    to go on without you.

    Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
                                          that she is amazing,
                                         for just being herself
                                    for being that beautiful girl
                                                            ­                   who thinks herself damaged
                                                         ­                         when in truth she's just
                                                            ­                    a different kind of beautiful.

   And finally, love her.
  Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
                                            that that's what she is:
                                          not a scar, not a goddess,
                                             not a star. But a girl.
                                                           ­                         That deserves to be loved.
Part one:
We stop saying I love you every night
The fights are too much
You're always angry
You're always violent
I still love you
Part two:
I don't remember the last time you said I love you
I don't think you do anymore
The neighbors called the police on us last night
My hospital bracelet is itchy
My bed is cold
I still love you  
Part three:
I question if this is right
I've never been in worse shape
You say sorry
You tell me you love me
I still love you
Part four:
You lied about loving me
The damage is done
You're finally locked away and gone
But

I still love you
The voices always screamed
So did my mother
I couldn't take this
She started to hit my brother

She needed to be taught a lesson
For when she made him cry
I grabbed a book of matches
She is going to die

My thoughts are often violent
Dr. John says I'm not well
I see him twice a week
But I'm already going to hell

So I lit the fire
It started with her bed
Everyone is dying
Or is it in my head ?

The fires in the lawn now
And all the grass is dead
All the grass is dead
Or is it in my head?

Each blade of grass burnt
Brings me much concern
I've hurt my whole family
Now it is my turn
When anxiety
takes my breath I pray
I won't get it back

— The End —