You.

You are not delicate
You are skinny dipping at 2am;
You are the reverberating echoes of a curse
word ricocheting off the steeply sloping
sides of a mountain;
You are snow on bare skin in the deepest depth of winter;
You are the heat of a wildfire, the rage of a storm.
Delicate things are pretty - cute, even.
But you are not delicate.
You are wild and loud and unpredictable.
You are breathtaking.
You are beautiful.

- You, rebelstardust.com