I am the kind of girl
who holds too tightly to things too quickly,
who opens her heart in one breath
and overthinks it in the next.
I am the kind of girl who sparkles over little moments
the warmth of the sun, a stranger's smile,
the kindness of a hello,
and laughs like it's always spring.
But sometimes,
behind all that light,
I feel like I am waiting for someone
who might never come,
for a voice that will see me,
and stay,
even when the world turns quiet, even when I fall silent.
I am the kind of girl
who talks too much only when I feel safe,
and then regrets every word,
wondering if I've given too much away,
afraid of that familiar distance
the slow drawing back of people I love
as if my heart is too heavy,
or my voice too much.
I am the kind of girl
who holds back tears in a crowded room,
who is told she is too sensitive, too soft,
as if feeling the world
is some strange, beautiful flaw.
And sometimes, at night,
I wonder if anyone will see me,
really see me, and not just the smile I wear,
or the kindness I give,
but the parts of me that sit in silence,
the quiet parts I keep hidden,
waiting for a love that won't walk away.
Will I ever find that?
A love that stays steady,
someone who will hear my heart
and hold it gently, without fear, without turning away.
