I think that love poems are
really powerful when they’re
written by people who aren’t in love.
Almost as if to say:Look how much I can hurt without
anyone’s help. Look how full of
no one I can be without collapsing.
This love poem is proof that I
know how to carry a torch.
This love poem is proof that I’ve
had the dream with a king-sized
bed in it.
This love poem is screaming
out an open window, is screaming into
my pillow.
I know what I’m capable of.
Caitlyn Siehl, Proof (via alonesomes)

























