Love’s so overrated
I was dumb to choose it,
handing my heart away
like it wasn’t mine to keep.
How could anyone
trace the scars I carry?
How could another soul
love me the way I do?
I buy my favorite drink,
watch my favorite shows,
go wherever I want
no waiting, no asking.
I learned how to enjoy
my own company,
without needing
someone to fill the silence.
Now I know what I want
and it’s not you anymore.
I want me
my growth, my peace, my name,
not a borrowed life,
not love that feels the same.
not just stand in white,
dressed up as someone’s bride.
but to be a stronger woman
one who doesn’t wait to be chosen…
because she already chose herself.