Who is she?
Sheās both an anomaly and a mystery.
Sheās the pause between the seasons.
Sheās the breath you hold before some piece of exciting news.
Sheās the subtle rays of sun peeking through the trees.
Sheās the quiet tapping of the rain against the leaves on a rainy day.
Sheās the loud silence before the birds chirp once the sun rises.
Sheās the smaller stars in the sky, twinkling a little dimmer than the others so they can shine brighter.
Sheās the smile holding someoneās world together.
Sheās the embrace lightening the unspoken burden that weighs heavy.
Sheās the playlist listened to on the days when music is the only language that can heal and not harm.
Sheās the lingering gaze of someone who cares too much to ever say anything.
Sheās the emotions too heavy to hold.
Sheās the one who cradles othersā wounds.
Sheās the one who soothes otherās worries before they can become anxieties.
Sheās the one who steps in wherever she can because she canāt stand by and do nothing.
Sheās the one who loves so deeply itās hurting her that itās not equally given but sheās terrified to tell anyone.
Sheās the one who notices such small details and brushes off othersā apology of being incapable of giving her the same amount of thoughtfulness.
Sheās the gentle question of āwho do you love?ā
Sheās the patient listener always eager to understand for as long as sheās able.
Sheās the silent supporter afraid of loving too loudly.
Sheās the hopeless romantic most peopleās eyes pass over because sheās only pretty, not beautiful.
Sheās the closed door you need permission to open.
Sheās the slow-burn of loving someone until they learn how to love themselves.
Sheās the empath that knows what her lover is thinking before they even say anything.
Sheās the soul afraid to take up space.
Sheās the friend that speaks fast because sheās afraid of losing your attention.
Sheās the friend that notices when someone elseās words hit her friend too hard.
Sheās the girl that can read the room in a single glance because itās an instinct not a habit.
Sheās the girl that would do anything for the ones that know her better than anyone.
Sheās the presence of home.
Sheās the comfort her closest loved ones look for when they need reassurance.
Sheās the absence her nonexistent lover canāt bear to know.
Sheās the thread thatās grown so thin itās transparent.
Sheās the girl of a thousand faces.
Sheās the shapeshifter thatās able to become whoever you want, whoever you need.
Sheās the little girl thatās afraid sheās useless without looking like sheās trying.
Sheās the girl afraid to break because giving up means sheās didnāt try hard enough.
Sheās the girl whose voice was swallowed by the silence of her pain.
Sheās the girl who lost her youth without realizing she shouldāve held onto it.
Sheās the girl whose heart was first broken by the people meant to protect her.
Sheās the girl painted grey because her life is losing color.
Sheās the girl that tries so hard but not at all.
Sheās the girl holding on but her grip is losing its strength.
She is the girl that is me.


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