Doesn’t Shrink Her

She thought it was love…

But love doesn’t silence you.

It doesn’t make you question your worth.

It doesn’t shrink you.

It holds space for all of you.

She used to fold just to fit in his frame,

Swallowed her truth, played his name game.

Waited for texts that never came,

Told herself "real love don’t always flame.

But why did it burn when he pulled away?

Why did she ache when he had nothing to say?

She kept making excuses, rewriting the script,

Calling it love, when it was really a grip.

She dressed up in silence, wore doubt like perfume,

Smiling while crying alone in her room.

But love?

Love don’t live in neglect.

Love checks in, not just checks out to deflect.

Love doesn’t make her shrink,

Doesn’t clip her wings so she can't think.

Real love sees her loud and true,

And never asks her to shrink to fit into view.

It stays.

It sees.

It speaks.

It frees.

Love doesn’t make her

lose her peace.

She used to shrink in the name of connection,

Confused craving with affection.

He’d ghost and she’d haunt herself,

Blamed her heart, like she needed help.

But she ain’t built to beg for love,

A queen don’t chase, she rises above.

Now she knows the truth in her chest

Attachment clings.

But real love rests.

She needs more than breadcrumbs and delay,

She needs effort, presence, words that stay.

Don’t call her back just to soothe your shame,

Love her loud or walk away.

She wants a love that holds her,

Not one that controls her.

Don’t ask her to vanish to make space for your pride.

Don’t love her light, then ask her to hide.

Love doesn’t make her shrink,

Doesn’t twist her truth, doesn’t make her sink.

Real love sees her fire and her fight,

Holds her hand in the dark and her shine in the light.

It stays.

It sees.

It speaks.

It frees.

And never makes her

beg to be seen.

She called it love…

But now she knows better.

Love isn’t pain dressed in patience.

It’s presence.

And it doesn’t shrink her anymore.