he’s not your soulmate, he was just the first to make you feel seen.
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@minawriting
he’s not your soulmate, he was just the first to make you feel seen.
-mina.writing
“but would he die for you..?” we grew up in a place where dying was an option every day, so choosing to stay for each other became the truest proof of love. I don’t want him to die for me. I want him to live.
-mina.writing
but I miss him with every fiber of my being and no one seems to understand that losing him completely hurts more than holding on ever did.
-mina.writing
when we lay together, we fit like the perfect puzzle. you're the only piece that truly completes me, no matter how hard anyone tries to force a different picture into place.
-mina.writing
then you finally do meet the right person after believing no one would love your insides, but the universe decides you can’t be together and you wonder why it let you cross paths at all. I don’t need a lecture or to be stronger—I just need someone to stay after seeing all of me.
-mina.writing
I write poetry, but I’m not good with words. I write poetry, but I don’t have a soft voice to read it out loud. I write poetry, but I don’t have the aesthetic looks. I write poetry, but I do have a broken heart. I may not even write in poetry, but I write in the language my heart is broken. I write poetry, but it’s not to please you with my pain. I write, because I need to dim any of mine. I write, because I’m holding myself back to saying them all to you.
-mina.writing
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