if you force a frog into boiling water,
it'll jump out.
but if you pacify a frog,
place it into familiar, comforting water
it'll stay, as you slowly raise the temperature,
eventually killing it at a boil.
so when you ask me
why i stayed for so long,
why i was convinced i loved him,
just know that the water was beautiful,
i was naïve, and i never felt it change.
i look back and i chastise myself for being so stupid.
for staying so long.
for thinking that he loved me.
love doesn't hurt
love doesn't make you sick to your stomach,
love is consensual;
i feel bad for her, for me, for my old self.
she was so young and stupid
when you place a girl in boiling water
she'll likely jump out,
but when you speak to her through warm, comforting water,
convincing her you're the only one
who'll love her,
she'll stay.
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the night the stars fell - poetry collection
PoetryPLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD hallucinations depression anxiety self harm disordered eating in my experience feeling seen through works of writ...
