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.
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Empty Heart (Pseudonym) (
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Well written, a powerful poem. Your poem revolves around self-love and empowerment. The speaker reflects on past experiences with love, ultimately realizing that true fulfillment comes from valuing oneself rather than relying on a romantic partner.
This is powerful and sends a great message whether you're in a relationship or not.
Excellent piece.
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