Who would be
A mermaid fair,
Singing alone,
Combing her hair
Under the sea,
In a golden curl
With a comb of pearl,
On a throne?
I would be a mermaid fair;
I would sing to myself the whole of the day;
With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair;
And still as I comb I would sing and say,
"Who is it loves me? Who loves not me?"
“Beg the universe. Beg the stars. Beg the god you worship. Just never beg for someone’s love as if you aren’t a home that’s worth staying in to begin with. You deserve someone who never lets you think of shaming yourself to make them stay. You deserve someone who always gives you nothing but grace when things aren’t going their way. You deserve someone who never ever threatens you that they will leave just because you couldn’t give them the fantasy love that they think they deserve.”