She Chooses Herself First Poem by Leom The Author

She is not cold; she is carefully allocated.
Her love is not free; it is correctly priced in self-respect.
She don't chase; She witness who has the courage to step closer.
She is not your missing half; She is her own completion.
She need not saving; She need honest companionship.
Her silence is not weakness; it is data being analyzed.
She will not bleed to prove she can feel.
If love demands her disappearance, it has the wrong address.
She can admire you, without abandoning her.
Her boundaries are not walls; they are sacred architecture.
She don't ask, "Do you still love me? "
She ask, "Do I still love myself, here? "
She will not compete for attention she didn't ask for.
If she must become smaller, she will become gone.
She don't beg for a seat at tables that belittle her.
She would rather walk alone than kneel accompanied.
Her first commitment is to the woman in her own reflection.