I wrote this angry, both at a supposed friend and at myself. I was recently in a manipulative relationship – completely blindsided by how fortunate I was to have a friend who didn’t care that I was a hot mess. They would continue to put me down, and I would resort to reassuring myself that they were right. I needed the help of my real friends to help me realize this person was no good.
i saw colorful, dripping fruit
too pretty for touching
too nice for taking
but oh so selfishly, i wanted a taste
who knew such pretty fruit could bite back
hair choppy and golden
eyes so warm
so worth it
but oh so stupidly, i wanted to touch
there’s a reason you can’t touch works of art, isn’t there?
who knew trying so hard could be so fun
who knew there was a hidden thrill
in walking on eggshells,
fearing a crack
in playing with fire,
dodging a burn
a beautiful creature like that makes it worthwhile
i’m a lucky girl, a toad in the hand of a fairytale prince
– would you believe he chose me? –
yes, i’m a lucky, lucky girl
so blessed he took pity on me
and there’s no reason to leave
why would i?
it’s so very warm and quiet and tidy
just right
…right?
