She is fine being alone.
Not lonely, not searching,
just at peace in her own world,
wrapped in the quiet that never betrays her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She doesn\u2019t crave noise.
She doesn\u2019t need people hovering around,
filling the air with empty words,
acting like presence is the same as care.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because she\u2019s learned,
some people bring more chaos than comfort.
Some walk in with sweet words
but leave behind broken trust.
Some hold her hand just to let go
the moment she starts holding back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s not being alone that bothers her.
It\u2019s opening the door,
letting someone in,
making space for them,
only to realize they never planned to stay.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\u2019s tired of giving people a seat at her table,
serving them love on fine china,
only for them to break the dishes
and leave her to clean up the mess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\u2019s done explaining herself,
done trying to prove her worth,
done apologizing for choosing peace
over people who bring storms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So now, she guards her peace
like a sacred place,
like a home she built with bare hands,
brick by brick, after every heartbreak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And if she lets you in,
don\u2019t ruin it.
Don\u2019t leave your footprints on her soul
if you never planned to stay.
Don\u2019t turn her soft into stone,
her trust into regret,
her love into fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because she is not afraid to be alone.
She is afraid of letting the wrong people in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And this time,
she is choosing herself first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n