I’m good all alone. I don’t need a love to break my heart on the way to healing a brand new start. I am steady in my solitude, whole within the quiet of my own skin. I don’t need a fleeting love to carve fresh wounds into the places I’ve just begun to mend. My heart is not a vessel for another storm— it beats strong, unchained, guiding me toward horizons unspoiled by betrayal or false promises. I walk this path alone, but not in darkness— there is a glow that rises from within me, a fire that whispers of freedom, a dawn that speaks of rebirth. I do not wait for someone to define me. I do not ache for a touch that may shatter me. I am already whole, carrying strength where scars once lived, breathing life into a brand-new start.
