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most things end up balanced and right. resolved. and the other things you learn to let go of. even if it is slowly. this is how life goes and it is reassuring. this will be mine or not mine, and either way i will be good.
Can you be mine?
You take my sadness away for awhile,
You make sense of my existence
And you can calm the chaos in my mind.
So, simply be mine,
As I’m simply all yours.
“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via wordsnquotes)
roses are red
violets are blue
life’s fucking pointless
and i’ll prolly end mine soon
“what disorder of mine does this symptom belong to?” a novel by me
I was too much for him and he wasn’t enough for me
We grew apart even before we could fall for each other
He always said I was not like the other girls
He once told me that it was the first time for him to meet a soul like mine in this world
He wasn’t able to read me
He could never guess what I was thinking when I looked at him
I was a puzzle he couldn’t decipher
At the end he got tired of playing riddles
He wanted a love where he could understand my heart but I wasn’t able to give it to him
I was too much and he wasn’t enough for me
I did love him but a part of me always looked the other way around
Looking for something deeper than what he could offer me
I couldn’t recognize his soul even when I tried to
Despite that, we tried to be happy together by denying the obvious
I know, we were never meant to be
But I still love him and I will for awhile
