"theirselfs" poems
But I grew in the shade
Thriving in my lonesome
never becoming attached
to a beating heart.
I learned how to discard
of love and feelings
before they found a way to plant
theirselfs in my garden
For years, I expanded
In the existence of nothingness
I spring up
To a gradual process never
leaning on anything
nor anyone.
Because when you
grow .
You never look down.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC