Alone Beats Unseen

Alone Beats Unseen

I’m better off alone.
Safer. Less drained. Less twisted into shapes just to matter to people
who barely notice I exist.

I’m not whole by myself — nobody is.
But I am better off than being around people
who can live without me,
who don’t feel the silence when I’m gone,
who don’t reach out,
don’t pull me close,
don’t make the effort to keep me in their world.

For too long, I called scraps devotion.
I called survival love.
I tried to matter to people who never chose me.

The truth is simple:
I can live without those who can live without me.

Letting Go
Not everyone who comes into your life is meant to stay.
Some drift away.
Some leave when it gets hard.
Some return only when it suits them,
not because they miss you.

And that’s fine.
Their absence doesn’t diminish me.

I’ve stopped running toward hands that never reach back.
Stopped filling voids that were never mine to fill.
Stopped proving my value to people who don’t see it.

Being Alone Is Not Loss
Alone isn’t heroic.
It’s not tragic.
It’s just the truth.
When you were invisible to start with.

I’ve learned to use solitude to breathe.
To find my own rhythm again.
Not because I’m complete —
but because I refuse to bleed for people who feel nothing when I’m gone.

Waiting for the One Who Notices
I’m not waiting for anyone.
I’m waiting for the one who notices my absence,
pulls me into their presence with intention,
and says without hesitation:

“I don’t can't live this life without you.”

Not because they need me.
Because they choose me.

Until that person exists,
I’m better off alone.
Better off than pretending.
Better off than chasing.
Better off than being unseen.


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