I had so many beautiful things I wanted to say to you.
But everytime I opened my mouth,
you turned away.
So I started saying them to myself instead.
Everytime I opened my mouth,
I grew and grew.
More into myself
and out of you.
I whispered the I love you’s I had reserved
And I grew and grew.
I didn’t need you to face me to speak.
I could speak into fields of emptiness,
into crowds of turned faces.
The I love you’s, the affirmations, the encouragement…
grew flowers in deserts.
My words, no longer sought validation.
They had power on their own.
I had power
on my own
And now, I speak
and leave behind a field of flowers.