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.

He was an amazing man, kind eyes and gentle hands,
Who’d bring me laughter, quiet nights, and softly whispered plans.
But shadows lingered in his mind, unseen to passing eyes,
A fortress built of doubts and fears, beneath his calm disguise.

I’ve got my scars and fractures too—I’ve never claimed perfection—
But his were chains, invisible, that tightened our connection.
Rules wrapped round my spirit, lines drawn in shifting sand,
Until I wondered, with aching heart: Does he know who I am?

Almost four years we wove our lives, our memories entwined,
Yet somehow he could not see the woman at his side.
He dreamed of someone quieter, someone easier to hold,
Not this wild, bright, restless soul who can’t be shaped or sold.

My heart still breaks to think of him, his laugh, his sleepy grin,
I mourn the love we almost had, the way we could have been.
But freedom called me gently home to rediscover me—
To dance, to breathe, to sing my truth, unbound and finally free.

I hope he finds what he’s searching for, a peace he couldn’t find,
But deep inside I know the truth that echoes in my mind:
It wasn’t me he needed, and no matter how I’d try—
I couldn’t be the woman who would live inside his lie.

So here I stand, with tender grief and sunlight on my skin,
Healing, whole, and hopeful for the life I’m living in.
For all the pain, it was worth the cost, this freedom fierce and true—
A chance to love myself again—and live as someone new.

I count my blessings every day, and near the top, it’s clear—
Are friends who feel like family, who hold me close and dear.
Through laughter loud and late-night calls, through chaos and through calm,
They’ve wrapped me in a love so deep, it’s been my healing balm.

Our bond’s not built from blood or name, but something even more—
A soulful thread, a steady root, a wide and open door.
They’ve seen my worst and stayed around, no judgment in their eyes,
Just honesty and inside jokes and truth that never lies.

While some ties fade like passing winds, these hearts remain so true,
They show up when the world goes dark and help me make it through.
They’ve held my hand when I was weak, and danced when I was strong—
A chosen crew that’s walked with me through every right and wrong.

So thank you, God, for souls like this, who feel like home to me—
Whose love runs deeper than the blood of any family tree.
I’m rich in ways the world can’t see, with treasures that don’t end—
For nothing beats the kind of love that comes from a true friend.

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.

What if the life you dream to live
Is buried under what you give?
What if the love you seek so wide
Is waiting quiet, deep inside?

The world reflects what’s in your view—
So is it them… or maybe you?

Once, I wore a costume stitched from someone else’s dream,
Threads of “should” and “must” wrapped tight around my seams.
Your voice wove cages round my spirit, soft but stern,
Insisting who I was, dictating how I’d learn.

You pressed your mold against me, shaping edges I had grown,
Told me love meant sacrifice—till I was flesh and bone
Carved to fit your vision, a sculpture not my own,
Smiling through the silence, pretending I’d not known.

But freedom grows in secret cracks, in whispers, hidden sparks,
In midnight thoughts that dare to blaze like lightning in the dark.
I broke your cage wide open, let my true wings unfurl—
I soared beyond your borders, reclaimed my vivid world.

Now I dance in sunlit streets with laughter in my chest,
I paint my days in colors you forbade me to possess.
I’m wild wind and open sky, my spirit unconfined—
Free as a bird and loving every moment of my life.

Life’s been shining like the sun, in skies so clear and blue,
My mind is light, my spirit bright, my health feels strong and new.
Surrounded by the sweetest souls who lift me when I fall,
Their laughter rings like silver bells—a joy that fills it all.

We’ve shared our secrets, chased our dreams, danced under moonlit skies,
Collected moments, big and small, where happiness resides.
The love I feel within my tribe, so steady, warm, and true—
It’s proof that life’s a miracle unfolding in my view.

I’m grateful for the peaceful mind that once was filled with rain,
For strength within my beating heart, and lightness after pain.
I look into the mirror now and love the me I see—
I’m proud, I’m fierce, I’m beautiful, I’m finally feeling free.

Each breath’s a gift I treasure deep, each sunrise feels brand new,
I taste the sweetness of my days in everything I do.
Thank you, God, for blessing me with laughter, love, and light—
I love my life, I love myself—it all just feels so right.

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.

You can chase the sun, sail every sea,
Climb every peak you dream to see.
But peace won’t come from outer skies—
It lives within, not where it lies.

Until you calm your inner tide,
No place on Earth will feel like pride.

He was an amazing man—gentle smile, a thoughtful touch,
A million tender moments that once meant so much.
But hidden in his quiet eyes, a storm he couldn’t still,
Insecurities like heavy stones, bending love to will.

I have my own soft fractures, fears that bruise my heart,
But his became a silent rule that kept us worlds apart.
I fell in love with his potential—who he could one day be—
Not always with the man who stood, flesh and bone, with me.

I painted dreams across his name, believing love could grow,
But he just couldn’t love me in the way I needed so.
I asked for space to spread my wings, for trust without a cage,
But he kept trying to edit me, to rewrite every page.

Almost four years of laughter mixed with quiet, hidden ache—
Of losing pieces of myself for someone else’s sake.
And though my chest still tightens when his memory appears,
I know my newfound freedom was worth those falling tears.

I hope he finds what he’s searching for—a love that fits him right,
Someone who won’t burn her glow just to keep the peace at night.
Because I couldn’t be the woman who stayed small to ease his mind—
I needed room to be my truth, untamed, and unconfined.

I grieve the man I thought he was, and love the truth I see:
That loving someone’s future self was never enough for me.
Now I’m learning who I am again, beneath the endless sky—
Free, at peace, and certain that I finally chose goodbye.

Eight little legs, big hearts to match, with ears that stand up proud,
They rule my world with tiny paws and bark that’s always loud.
Two black tri-colored kings at home, with crowns of fluff and charm—
My corgi boys, my soul’s delight, my comfort and alarm.

Romeo, the baby boy, a whirlwind on the floor,
With zoomies in the morning light and sass I can’t ignore.
He spins like storms with lightning feet, obnoxious as can be,
But in his chaos lives a love that’s wild and fierce and free.

Godrick, calm with wiser eyes, the older, patient knight,
He watches all with quiet grace, his mind both sharp and bright.
He’s gentle when the world feels loud, a grounding kind of peace,
A steady soul who holds me close when all I need is ease.

Together they are joy and light, a duo made just right—
The thunderbolt and guiding star, the laughter and the light.
They cuddle close, they steal my socks, they own the couch and bed,
And every day I thank the stars for every kiss and shed.

They’re not just pets, they’re heartbeats with tails that wag with glee,
My Romeo and Godrick—my perfect family.
They've filled my life with endless love, no words could quite express,
My corgis are my everything—my chaos and my rest.

Still figuring out this life of mine,
No clear map, just crooked lines.
But every step, though slow or fast,
Is leading me to home at last.

No need to match another's pace—
I’m running my one-of-one race.

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.

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’ve been the storm, I’ve been the tree,
Breaking down and breaking free.
The deeper pain, the higher climb—
My soul’s grown wiser over time.

I don’t just bloom—I rise, I bend,
A story still I’ve yet to end.

Life’s a path of twists and turns we rarely understand,
A map without a compass, drawn by some unseen hand.
Yet somehow in the chaos, in the moments we don’t plan,
We stumble into magic we could never quite demand.

A stranger's smile, a missed delay, a road we didn’t see—
All ripple into stories marked by sweet serendipity.
The things we thought were lost for good, the dreams we tucked away,
Come dancing back in different clothes on some unexpected day.

A lesson in a heartbreak, a blessing in disguise,
A storm that clears the way to show new beauty in the skies.
It’s messy and it’s marvelous, it’s laughter mixed with pain,
It’s tears that water flowers we never thought would bloom again.

So here’s to fate with playful hands, to timing’s hidden grace,
To finding what we didn’t seek in some surprising place.
We may not always understand the "why" behind the ride,
But life has ways of showing up exactly when it's right.

With open hearts, we ride the waves, through every mystery—
And trust the rhythm of the wind, sweet serendipity.

I miss you more than I can say,
But I respect your choice to stay away.
No calls, no texts—just quiet air,
But still, I send you love from there.

We’re not a "we" like we once were,
But I’d be your friend, if you prefer.
No pressure, just a gentle truth—
I’ll care for you, with or without proof.

Somewhere, But Not Today
The dating pool is feeling small, a sea that's running dry,
With half-healed hearts and ghosting games that make me roll my eyes.
I’ve seen the charm, the empty lines, the talk with no real plan—
It’s rare to find a grown-up soul wrapped in a decent man.

But still, I keep a hopeful heart, I know that love is real,
That somewhere there's a steady hand, a love that I can feel.
Not rushed, not forced, just honest eyes and someone who can stay—
My person’s out there in the world… just not in mine today.

And that's okay—'cause on my own, I’ve found a certain peace,
I take myself on dates and dance when all the noise has ceased.
I laugh out loud, I spoil me, I stretch and breathe and grow,
And every day I learn myself in ways I’ve come to know.

I’m not in need, I’m not in lack, I’m full in every way—
But still I send a prayer out to the stars in case they say:
“Your match is on their way to you, just trust the gentle pace.”
Until that day, I’ll love my life and hold my own sweet space.

Life’s been blooming golden, sweet as honey on my tongue,
Single, unbothered, shining bright, forever feeling young.
I’m pouring love into my cup until it brims and spills,
Spoiling myself in little ways that give me endless thrills.

New dresses just because, fine dinners with my name,
Sparkling under city lights, unafraid to stake my claim.
Sunsets shared with chosen ones who see my truest face,
Laughing till the sky turns pink, my favorite sacred space.

I’m wild, I’m weird, I’m wonderful—I keep my magic close,
A cocktail of authentic me, the parts I love the most.
No shrinking down, no dulling shine, no mask to hide my fire,
I’m living out loud, dancing free to every wild desire.

So if you’re stepping to my world, come ready, come correct—
Exceed the love I give myself, bring passion and respect.
Know how to date an attractive soul who’s rich in her own glow,
And understand it takes a king to match the queen I know.

Life’s been so **** good to me—I’m basking in my light,
And only those who honor that may share my stars at night.

I see the universe inside of you,
A galaxy in every view.
Your soul is made of stars and light,
A cosmic fire burning bright.

But even suns can fade and stray,
And drift from love that begs to stay.
So if you go, just know it's true—
The universe still lives in you.

That was then, this is now. The past is the past,
The pain was a storm, but it didn’t last.
I’ve healed in the sunlight, grown through the rain,
Turned all of my losses to lessons, not pain.

I’m walking in power, with peace in my chest,
No longer chasing what wasn’t my best.
The future feels golden, I’m finally free—
Becoming the version I’m proud now to be.

We slave away from nine to five, then crash without a spark,
Trading dreams for deadlines, lost in tasks that leave no mark.
We save and stash for someday grand, afraid to spend too free,
But life can change in just one breath—we're gone so suddenly.

What use is gold we never touch, or plans we never try?
The moments pass, the years slip by, no second chance to buy.
So chase the sunsets, book the flight, dance while you are near—
Because money can’t hold memories when you’re no longer here.

I miss you more than I let show, in quiet nights and song,
But reaching out feels one-sided, like I’m always wrong.
You’ve got my number, know my door—still silence fills the air,
And though I ache, I won’t chase love that won’t meet halfway there.

It’s strange how I can miss you so, yet you don’t seem to flinch,
While every memory pulls me back, you haven’t moved an inch.
I won’t forget, but I’ll stand still—my heart deserves that too,
Because missing me, just like I do, was always up to you.

Some days life feels like drifting sand,
No purpose clear, no steady hand.
We chase the hours, we play the part,
With questions echoing in the heart.

What’s all this for? Just work and sleep?
A climb that feels forever steep.
The stars look down, so vast, so cold—
While we just age, and hurt, and fold.

But then a laugh, a stranger’s grace,
A friend who meets you face to face.
A song that knows your quiet pain,
A walk through healing, soft as rain.

It’s not the answers carved in stone,
But all the warmth we've ever known—
The love, the loss, the lessons learned,
The bridges crossed, the moments earned.

And though the void may whisper lies,
It's in connection true hope lies.
For life may not make perfect sense,
But love, not logic, is the lens.

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.”

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.

I am the spark they tried to dim,
The quiet voice that learned to swim.
Not every scar was meant to stay—
Some taught me how to walk away.

I’m not my past, I’m something new—
An untold truth just breaking through.

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.