I Am Done Begging

I am done begging.

For eyes to see me.

For hands to hold me.

For hearts too full of holes to make room for mine.

I am done twisting myself into shapes

that shrink my spirit

just to fit inside someone else’s comfort zone.

I am no longer the girl

who over-pours

just to prove she’s worthy of being filled.

I will not chase half-loves,

text back ghosts,

or tie myself to the storm

and call it home.

Let this be known:

I am ready for secure love—

steady, whole, unshaken.

A love that doesn’t flinch at my depth.

That welcomes my truth.

That honors my body not in spite of its marks,

but because of the stories they tell.

I will not barter my worth

for attention disguised as affection.

I will not mistake pain for passion.

I will not beg to be chosen.

I choose me.

Every version. Every scar. Every sacred curve.

I choose the safety I was denied.

The softness I never had.

The love I used to plead for.

No more auditions.

No more shrinking.

No more begging.

I am the love I’ve been waiting for.

And from this moment forward,

I only open my heart to those who know how to hold it.