#deepfeels

a little deeper than she shows.

soft…

but not easy to understand.

there’s a quiet side of her

that watches, that feels, that stays calm…

and another

that could turn into fire

if you get too close.

a little mysterious,

a little sinful,

with thoughts she doesn’t always share.

not everyone gets her…

and maybe that’s the reason

she stays on your mind

They care honestly.

They feel before they’re told it’s safe to feel, love before there’s proof it will last.

And guys don’t care too late, they care when the silence finally gets loud, when absence teaches what presence couldn’t.

It’s never about who feels first, but who was brave enough to feel at the same time.

And sometimes, the tragedy of love is simply bad timing wearing the face of indifference.

I’ve tasted the highest kind of touch,

the kind that makes your pulse forget its rhythm.

I’ve drowned in love so beautiful it almost hurt to breathe.

And still

at every summit,

the heart opens a new door,

wanting to fall again.

But why?

What truth hides in between?

I’ve tasted it too.

Loved until it burned,

hated until it ached.

I’ve watched my demons bloom in the dark,

and my angels break open the sky.

I’ve died in quiet places,

come alive in a thousand skins,

still wading through the pools