I won’t chase love, I won’t demand,
It finds me whole, it takes my hand.
No games, no begs, no fleeting plan—
I’m seen, I’m chosen, as I am.

I won’t chase love, I know my place,
Adored without a frantic chase.
Devotion given, pure and great,
Being spoiled is my resting state.

I am the thought that holds his mind,
The rarest jewel he longs to find.
The woman he builds a world around,
Where endless love is safe and sound.

I asked why love should not return,
Why old flames still can’t seem to burn.
He said, “That path you’ve walked before
Won’t lead you where you’re longing for.

If the same tree appears in view,
It only means you’ve lost what’s true.
Don’t chase the past, don’t lose your way—
New forests wait for you today.”

I miss you more than I can say,
The urge to text won’t go away.
My fingers hover, heart beats fast,
But then I think about our past.

The red flags waving, clear and loud,
The way you dimmed what once was proud.
The nights I cried, the stupid fights,
The way you stole my peaceful nights.

I tell myself, just one “hello,”
But what’s the point? I truly know.
I’d never step back through that door,
I’m not that girl, not anymore.

So though my heart still aches for you,
My mind recalls what pain can do.
And in that truth, I see the proof—
It’s not worth losing all my youth.

We had our chance, I let it fall,
I won’t be broken when I’ve healed it all.
So missing you is just a phase—
I’m stronger now, in brighter days.

When love returns to knock my door,
May it be truer than before.
God-sent, secure, a steady flame,
With gentle touch and no cruel game.

A love that’s safe, yet wild and pure,
Genuine, lasting, strong, and sure.
Reassuring in both word and deed—
The kind of love my soul will need.

They said I never worried them, I always had my way,
A steady hand, a fearless face to guide me through each day.
But what looked like unshakable pride was loneliness inside,
A strength so loud it hid the times I only wished to hide.

I carried weight so perfectly, no one thought to ask,
If I was tired, if I broke, behind the polished mask.
For being “capable” has a cost too heavy to ignore—
You’re everyone’s safe harbor, yet left longing for much more.

So strength became my armor, my survival, my disguise,
But underneath, I craved a hand, a softness in the eyes.

Grief and mind walk hand in hand,
Two heavy shadows on the land.
They whisper doubts, they cloud the skies,
They hide the light behind our eyes.

We wonder if we talk too much,
If friends grow weary of our touch.
Repeating pain they’ve heard before,
Afraid they’ll turn and close the door.

But healing isn’t neat or fast,
It circles back, it holds, it lasts.
And silence makes the weight severe—
So talk about it if it keeps you here.

No burden are you, not a chore,
Your voice is worth the space once more.
For sharing sorrow lightens pain,
And helps the broken breathe again.

So let the story leave your chest,
You’re not too much, you’re not a guest.
Your grief is proof of love so clear—
And we’ll hold you close, to keep you here.

Life’s a circus, can’t you see?
We’re clowns with bills and therapy.
We chase our goals, we pay our dues,
Then trip on laces in our shoes.

We plan it out, we make it neat,
Yet fate just laughs and moves our seat.
The universe, with wicked grin,
Reminds us none of us will win.

But maybe that’s the secret key—
The joke is love, not victory.
To laugh, to cry, to dance, to fall,
That’s really what it means at all.

So here’s to mess and here’s to cheer,
We’re all just winging it down here.
If life’s absurd (and I suspect),
Then humor is the best respect.