I've never really found my own person, y'know?
someone who really gets me.
I was always the odd one in my group.
and I thought it would always be that way,
I guess when you came along, I didn't pay any attention, to you.
we just had mutual friends, connecting us.
We'd say our "hi's" and "bye's", nothing more.
and then years later, I met you again.
but this time it was different,
I looked at you and really saw you.
and I was surprised when you saw me too,
the real me, not the fake persona I made.
when you could relate to me.
and I mean,
who says soulmates need to be in love?
there's something else there,
connecting the two of us.
as though our souls are bonded.
we haven't talked in days and I miss you
like it's been years.
now I truly understand what a soulmate is,
I wouldn't be myself if you hadn't come along.
with you, everything was so easy.
I could tell you the worst thing I'd ever done,
and you wouldn't judge.
I felt secure, safe for the first time.
it was like you could see right through me,
and that didn't scare me one bit.

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Puisilate night thoughts and evening hopes, bottled emotions that I'm too afraid to show. compilation of poetry. [lowercase intended]