“Let Me Tell You the Kind of Love I Want”

Let me tell you
the kind of love I want.

Not the loud kind.
Not the one that hurts and then apologizes.
Not the one that makes me feel like I’m too much
for asking to be treated gently.

I want a patient love.
The kind that waits.
The kind that doesn’t rush my healing
or punish me for growing slowly.

I want a peaceful love.
One that feels like rest,
not something I have to recover from.

I want someone who listens.
Not just nodding,
not just waiting for their turn to speak,
but actually hearing me.
Hearing what I say
and what I struggle to say.

I want a love that cares.
Not only when it’s convenient,
but when I’m quiet,
when I’m tired,
when I don’t have my strength together.

I want a love that is intentional.
The kind that chooses me on purpose.
Interested.
Present.
Not guessing.
Not unsure.
Not halfway in and halfway out.

I want to feel valued.
Not tolerated.
Not kept around.
Chosen.

I want to feel seen.
Really seen.
Not just for who I am right now,
but for who I’m trying to become.

I want someone who reminds me of my worth,
not by controlling me,
but by believing in me.
By speaking life into me
even on the days I forget myself.

I want a love that cares about my growth.
Not one that gets comfortable with my current version
and asks me to stay the same
so they can feel safe.

I want a love that wants me to grow,
even when growth changes things.
Even when it’s uncomfortable.
Even when it requires patience.

I want a love that makes me better,
not bitter.
Stronger,
not scared.

I want a love built on loyalty.
The kind that stays
not because it has to,
but because it wants to.

I want friendship.
The kind where we laugh freely,
where honesty doesn’t feel dangerous,
where disagreement doesn’t turn into distance.

I want honesty.
The kind that tells the truth
without breaking my spirit.

I want growth.
Together.
Side by side.
No dragging.
No competing.
No leaving one behind.

I want a love that corrects me with kindness.
That holds me accountable
without making me feel small.

I want a love that is gentle with my healing.
That understands some wounds
don’t need fixing,
they need time.

I want a love that doesn’t rush my pain,
but sits with me in it
and reminds me
I don’t have to walk alone.

That’s the kind of love I want.
Not perfect.
Not flashy.
Just real.

And if you’re listening,
now you know.

To Everyone Who Made It to the End of 2025 successful – Walking Shadow Poetry

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