dolphinity
This is not a love poem.
This is watching everything
around you with such intensity
because you are too afraid
to look at yourself. This is
the bareness of trees in
human form. THIS IS YELLING
AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS
AND NOT WAITING FOR AN
ECHO. Do not mistake
this for a love poem.
I was never weak and the
sky is waiting for me—
with or without you.
Shelby Asquith, I was quiet once but now I am loud (via exahele)