I don’t want just a glance.
I want the kind of gaze
that stays,
like I’m a piece of art,
not just a face.

A gaze that falls quiet when they see me,
like I just took their breath away.

I don’t want someone
who only thinks I’m pretty.

I want someone
who sees the messy parts,
the quiet overthinking,
and still thinks
“God, she’s beautiful.”

I want someone
who notices the curve of my smile,
the light in my eyes,
the way my hair falls
when I’m not even trying,
and adores it.

Every inch. Every angle.

I want someone
who doesn’t just compliment me,
but worships the floor I walk on.

Someone who looks at me
like they’ve never seen anything
so beautiful.

Because I’m tired
of being “nice to look at”
but never truly seen.

I want to be admired
out loud.

Not just for who I am inside,
but for how I carry beauty
without even knowing it.

I want someone
who adores me like I’m rare.

Because I am.