just a heart learning how to heal

The glass doesn’t lie,

but it doesn’t love either.

I stand here,

counting every flaw

like bruises I gave myself.

My reflection flinches first—

as if even it

can’t bear to look at me.

Yet still I stay,

hoping one day

the person in the mirror

I wish I could be
somebody to someone

not the backup plan,
not the name they remember
only when the night feels too quiet.

I wish I could be the message they type
before they overthink it,
the person they choose
without hesitation.

But I keep learning
that wanting to matter
doesn’t make me matter,
and loving hard
doesn’t make anyone stay.

I just wanna feel like somebody
like a heartbeat someone listens for,
like a story someone wants to keep reading,
like a place someone returns to
because it feels like home.

Instead, I fall for people
who don’t fall back.

I just wanna fall in love
the kind that doesn’t vanish,
the kind that doesn’t make me
question my worth,
the kind that finally feels
like I’m not begging
to be seen.

Maybe one day
I’ll be somebody to someone.


Every story holds a promise—
a hand reaching,
a heart choosing,
a love that arrives without being asked to.

But she is the girl
who closes the book
and feels the quiet settle around her,
wondering when her own name
will finally be written
in someone else’s forever.

ask why I’m still single,

as if it’s a punchline

I should be used to by now.

But later,

when the house goes quiet

and the world stops performing,

I lie awake

with a question that doesn’t joke back.

I wonder if there’s someone

whose hands were made

to hold a heart like mine,

or if I’m meant to love in silence—

always almost,

never chosen.

And the truth is,

their laughter fades fast.