Hi,
This one feels like a truth I carried for a long time but only found the words today.
Poem:
Today I realized
that I fell in love with people
who needed to be loved,
not with people
who could love me back.
And something inside me
stopped hurting.
Because it was never about being chosen,
it was about trying to be enough
for the ones who never knew how to stay.
I poured myself into empty hands,
thinking my love could teach them how to hold it.
But love isn’t a lesson.
It’s a language.
And not everyone speaks it.
Reflection:
I used to believe my love could change people. Now I know it can only meet someone who’s ready.
What about you, what truth changed the way you see love?
Talk soon,
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