Princess and the Frog

Princess, one day fuck will only be a swear word in your vocabulary

and someone will make love to you the way you deserve.

There is a difference between making and taking.

and there is a difference between a man who will kiss you like a promise

that he intends to keep

and a man who will kiss you like a promise that he will break

the same way he snaps a heart in half without wishing on the longest piece

of the one bone that’s left intact inside it.

Princess, one day that same heart will be the one you don’t cross

and hope to die on, but the one you choose to live on.

Wait for the ghosts that haunt you not with bad memories

but with so many good ones that they fill your brain with confetti

made up of all the most beautiful experiences you’ve ever had.

And let ‘em shower down on you til you understand that partying

doesn’t always have to involve parting ways

with everything you hold near and dear.

Sometimes the prince is disguised as the frog.

Sometimes, princess, you learn more from the crash landings

than the seatbelts.

So the next time you open your mouth to another

wait to make sure there’s a poem inside.