“A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgement solicits her criticism, and drinks her tea, this by no means signifies that he respects her opinions, admires her understanding, or will refuse, though the rapier is denied him, to run through the body with his pen.”
~ Virginia Woolf, Orlando
Do you not understand?
The poems are love, no doubt, but not selfless.
It’s OK to cry.
It’s OK to smile amidst tears too.
Someday it will all be over and they’ll miss you.
Wake up from your slumber you call life.
Look at the bright side,
Quit climbing the uphill journey of expectations.
You aren’t worth the disappointment.
You deserve better.
Sometimes you won’t be treated right.
Believe that you should be.
Walk away even if it hurts.
Don’t be swept away by pretty lies.
Don’t believe everything they say.
Sometimes beautiful words are daggers.
It’s OK to look at the reflection and feel ugly.
It’s OK to feel small.
But don’t forget to get up.
And walk again with your head held high.
But love yourself first.
You’re stronger than this.
You’re everything they wish to be.
You’re a woman.
So smile, darling.