She Chose Herself
He wanted her, and she wanted him too,
But longing alone could never pull them through.
He saw only the fire that burned in his chest,
Never the storm that raged in her unrest.
She needed safety, a harbor, a home,
But with him, she felt stranded—adrift and alone.
She searched for love in the space where he stood,
Yet all she found were echoes of "if only he could."
He was there, but not really—just shadows, just air,
His hands reached for her, yet never with care.
She clung to the hope that one day he'd see,
That love wasn't longing—it was setting her free.
Silent tears on a pillow at night,
Heartbeats racing in panic and fright.
Still, he never noticed the cracks in her soul,
Never reached out to make her feel whole.
She held on as the pieces fell,
Losing herself in love’s cruel spell.
But one day, the mirror showed someone she missed—
A woman who deserved more than just being wished.
So she chose herself, turned love into flight,
Stepped out of the darkness and into the light.
And as she walked, he called it betrayal,
But love isn’t longing—it’s showing up, without fail.
Copyright © Krishika Upadhyay | Year Posted 2025
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