LinaHbs
She loves life with the same intensity with which she loves people.
Birthdays become little ceremonies, handwritten letters become pieces of her heart, and every beautiful lyric is carefully rewritten as if putting it on paper could make the feeling last forever.
She laughs too loudly, cries too deeply, gets attached to places, memories, words, and the smallest gestures. She finds magic in belonging and heartbreak in feeling left out.
She is romantic, but not because she dreams endlessly about boys or weddings. She is romantic because she cannot experience anything halfway.
And sometimes, that tenderness turns against her. She looks in the mirror and sees everything she wishes she could change, and somehow a small insecurity becomes an entire storm.
These poems are fragments of that storm:
joy, melancholy, devotion, loneliness, wonder, insecurity, and the strange, beautiful ache of caring too much.
Because some people don't simply live.
They feel their way through everything.