This summer wasn’t wasted, it carved me new,
Sweat on the gym floor, strength breaking through.
The mirror reflected not just body, but mind,
A power within me I was grateful to find.

Work kept me grounded, with purpose and drive,
Each day a reminder I’m present, alive.
And love wrapped me softly, in laughter and care,
With people who matter, with souls who are rare.

No wild distractions, no fleeting disguise,
Just steady foundations, where true meaning lies.
A season of growth, of muscle and heart,
A summer well spent, a beautiful start.

He saw me with hunger, with eyes far too crude,
Reduced all my magic to flesh and to mood.
But did you notice the spark in my wit?
The jokes, the brilliance, the fire I lit?

I’m more than the body you hurried to claim,
A storm, a sunbeam, a soul with a name.
So laugh if you missed it, stay blind if you choose—
I’m art, I’m comedy, I’m the best thing you’ll lose.

It’s fine to miss me — how could you not?
I was the spark the cold world forgot.
The laugh in the silence, the sun through the rain,
A balm to your heart, a rush through your vein.

I gave without asking, I stayed when it hurt,
Turned ashes to gardens, pulled gold from the dirt.
So yes, you miss me — it’s plain to see,
Of course you miss me… because it’s me.

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.