when i look at him
i think of all the times
i have been wronged
beaten down
by the stupidity
of so many before him
that looked the same
and smoked the same
and held me like i was water
but this time
i am not afraid of him
of it
of myself and my tendencies
to throw away used hearts
used bodies
weathered lips

i know that he will stick
because i'm okay with staying
and he's only a frog
sick of being a ******* prince