Snow Globes

August 18, 20175 min read

The Inspiration

I wrote this poem from half experience of my own and half of things I’ve heard from close friends who had also been in abusive relationships — not only physical abuse but also verbal and psychological abuse as well. This poem mainly focuses on thinking everything in your relationship is fine, when in reality what we think or perceive to be love is actually abusive behavior. A snow globe is a popular collectible item from different landmarks or places. Inside the snow globe is a small version of the place you bought it at like Las Vegas or the Eiffel Tower for example. When you shake the globe it makes fake snow fall inside of the dome, slightly blurring your vision of the landmark inside. That’s what not being able to tell the difference between love and abusive behavior is. I hope this poem inspired people to evaluate their relationships to recognize if what they think is love, is truly what it is.

Snow Globes

Manipulative relationship are abuse.

You may not notice until it’s over.

Until the snow finally settles

and you can see more than 5 feet in front of you for once.

When you realize you’ve been in a snow globe

enjoying the views of a world that’s not really in front of you.


This is about breaking out my snow globe.

The first time my ex boyfriend said he loved me, i cried.

I thought that they were tears of joy,

of happiness,

but i do not think that anymore.

As the words rolled off his tongue

they wrapped around me like cold metal chains making me his property,

but still

I said it back.

 That statement alone locked the chains around me,

constructing me from



it removed the little bit of freedom

I had endowed to me.


I was blinded by the charade of your acts

making life feel like this is how it should be.

We should only be together,

we do not have friends unless their mutual

we don’t go out unless we’re together.

That is not love.


That is suffocation,

that is holding your head under the water

until your lungs fill with water,

that is torture,

that is death,

that is what dating you was like.

A slow death

with a euphoric veil

to make the fact

you’re being murdered

not so bad.

“I love you” turned into a plea,

begging me not to leave

all the times i knew i should’ve.

“I can’t live without you”

became a suicide pact,

it was too literal,

forcing me to stay.

“If you leave i don’t know what i’ll do”

became blood on my hands

dripping from the knife

I’d unknowingly stabbed into you.


seemed like a life sentence

and we were foolish enough to smile

and think that was love.


You took my individuality away

and wore it like a coat.

I thought you were my other half,

but in actuality

you forced yourself inside me.


I cut you out of me

I had to try and take back

all the pieces of myself that I could

yet when i see you,

I see myself.

Not because i still love you,

but because the best parts of me

we’re stolen by you.


I can’t take myself back

I made you

into myself.

I’ll always regret that,

but I’m someone new.

No, I mean someone better

and all you will ever be is

the washed up last version of me.


I heard you were lost.

that’s probably because I found myself.

I’m starting to realize


love isn’t



love isn’t

give and take


love isn’t

“you’re happiness is only good if I caused it”


love isn’t



I still don’t think I have this love thing down yet,

but i think i’m getting there.

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