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You feel everything. The mood of a room, the sadness in someone’s eyes, the energy no one else seems to notice—you carry it all. You don’t just listen, you absorb. You don’t just love, you merge. You give pieces of yourself away so naturally, you don’t realize what you’ve lost until you’re empty. And even then, you apologize for not having more to give. You are kindness. You are softness. You are healing. But underneath all that compassion is something you try to ignore—the fear that no one will ever truly handle your heart with care.
You’re seen as intuitive. Gentle. Selfless. But what they don’t see is how often you disappear into your own mind to escape the pain that never stops knocking. How often you bend your own boundaries just to be chosen. How many times you’ve stayed quiet when you should have screamed. You are a safe place for everyone else, but where do you go when you need saving? They see your silence as peace. But it’s not peace—it’s a thousand wounds you’ve chosen to carry alone. You are the ocean—beautiful, endless, and always hiding something beneath the surface.
You comfort others while your own heart is breaking. You forgive before apologies are even spoken. You turn the other cheek so often, you’ve forgotten what it feels like to stand firm. You love like it’s a mission. You hope like it’s your only lifeline. But when people take advantage of your softness, you don’t fight back. You internalize. You write it off as your karma. And when they leave, you blame yourself for not being enough. You turn pain into poetry and call it growth. But sometimes, it’s just grief dressed up as wisdom.
You attract broken people. Not because you deserve pain, but because your light draws in those who don’t know how to hold it. And instead of turning them away, you try to fix them. Love them. Heal them. Until they drain you and leave you wondering if anyone will ever pour back into you the way you do for others. You tell yourself you’re strong enough to carry it all. But what you really want—what you ache for—is to be held without needing to break first.
You crave a connection that feels like destiny. Something soulful. Something sacred. But too often, you attract partners who feel like lessons instead of love. Karmic bonds that burn too fast. People who mirror your deepest wounds instead of nurturing your dreams. And still, you stay. You see potential. You believe in change. You fall for who they could be instead of who they are. And by the time you realize they’re not meant to stay, your heart is already too entangled to let go without scars.
You want love that feels like coming home. But instead, you keep finding houses built on sand. You sacrifice. You surrender. You try to prove that your love is enough to save the both of you. But it never is. Because love that demands your destruction is not love. It’s survival. And Pisces, you weren’t born to survive everyone else’s storms. You were born to be the calm after them.
Pisces, you are not here to fix everyone. You are not responsible for making broken people whole. You don’t have to bleed to prove your love. You heal when you stop offering your soul as a sanctuary for people who would never build one for you. When you stop romanticizing pain and start choosing peace. When you stop calling every intense connection fate and start asking if it’s healthy. You are allowed to have boundaries. You are allowed to say no. You are allowed to want love that doesn’t hurt.
You grow when you realize that saving yourself is not selfish. That not everyone deserves access to your spirit. That some people come into your life to show you what not to settle for. You come back to yourself when you stop drowning in everyone else’s emotions and finally make space for your own. You are not a mirror. You are not a cure. You are not a lesson. You are a soul with your own path. Your own dreams. Your own worth.
Let someone love you without needing to break you first. Let someone hold your heart without shaking it loose. Let someone meet your softness with strength, your silence with understanding, your depth with depth. You are not too emotional. You are not too intense. You are not too much. You are an ocean. And the right ones will learn how to swim.