To Be Chosen Too

[nandini00]

Night has a way
of pulling honest things
from the heart.
And tonight,
if I am being truthful,
I think I am tired.
Not the kind of tired
that sleep can fix.
The kind that comes
from pouring and pouring
from your own cup
until there is barely enough left
to quench your own thirst.
I have spent so much of my life
being the safe place.
The helper.
The listener.
The one who stays.
The one who gives
even when it hurts.
And sometimes I wonder
what it would feel like
to be on the receiving end
of that kind of love.
To have someone notice
the weight I carry
without being asked.
To have someone protect
my peace
the way I protect theirs.
To have someone care
about my happiness
with the same tenderness
I offer so freely.
Because if I’m honest,
beneath all the strength,
beneath all the resilience,
beneath the endless giving…
there is still a heart
that longs to be chosen too.
Not when it’s convenient.
Not when there is nothing else to do.
But intentionally.
Wholeheartedly.
To feel someone say,
“Rest. I’ve got you this time.”
To know that for once,
the burden is shared.
That the love is mutual.
That the effort
travels both directions.
I do not need perfection.
I do not need grand gestures.
I only want what every heart
quietly hopes for:
To feel seen.
To feel valued.
To feel like my needs matter too.
And maybe there is nothing selfish
about wanting that.
Maybe even the strongest souls
deserve a place to set down
their armor.
So tonight,
if your heart feels weary
from always being the one who gives,
remember this:
Wanting to be loved well
is not asking for too much.
It is asking for what love
was always meant to be.

 

[DRAGON LORD]

Night has a way
of pulling honest things
from the heart.
And tonight,
if I am being truthful,
I think I am tired.
Not the kind of tired
that sleep can fix.
The kind that comes
from pouring and pouring
from your own cup
until there is barely enough left
to quench your own thirst.
I have spent so much of my life
being the safe place.
The helper.
The listener.
The one who stays.
The one who gives
even when it hurts.
And sometimes I wonder
what it would feel like
to be on the receiving end
of that kind of love.
To have someone notice
the weight I carry
without being asked.
To have someone protect
my peace
the way I protect theirs.
To have someone care
about my happiness
with the same tenderness
I offer so freely.
Because if I’m honest,
beneath all the strength,
beneath all the resilience,
beneath the endless giving…
there is still a heart
that longs to be chosen too.
Not when it’s convenient.
Not when there is nothing else to do.
But intentionally.
Wholeheartedly.
To feel someone say,
“Rest. I’ve got you this time.”
To know that for once,
the burden is shared.
That the love is mutual.
That the effort
travels both directions.
I do not need perfection.
I do not need grand gestures.
I only want what every heart
quietly hopes for:
To feel seen.
To feel valued.
To feel like my needs matter too.
And maybe there is nothing selfish
about wanting that.
Maybe even the strongest souls
deserve a place to set down
their armor.
So tonight,
if your heart feels weary
from always being the one who gives,
remember this:
Wanting to be loved well
is not asking for too much.
It is asking for what love
was always meant to be.

I think the poetesses is totally in cute love nicely penned down

 

[Anshhi]

Night has a way
of pulling honest things
from the heart.
And tonight,
if I am being truthful,
I think I am tired.
Not the kind of tired
that sleep can fix.
The kind that comes
from pouring and pouring
from your own cup
until there is barely enough left
to quench your own thirst.
I have spent so much of my life
being the safe place.
The helper.
The listener.
The one who stays.
The one who gives
even when it hurts.
And sometimes I wonder
what it would feel like
to be on the receiving end
of that kind of love.
To have someone notice
the weight I carry
without being asked.
To have someone protect
my peace
the way I protect theirs.
To have someone care
about my happiness
with the same tenderness
I offer so freely.
Because if I’m honest,
beneath all the strength,
beneath all the resilience,
beneath the endless giving…
there is still a heart
that longs to be chosen too.
Not when it’s convenient.
Not when there is nothing else to do.
But intentionally.
Wholeheartedly.
To feel someone say,
“Rest. I’ve got you this time.”
To know that for once,
the burden is shared.
That the love is mutual.
That the effort
travels both directions.
I do not need perfection.
I do not need grand gestures.
I only want what every heart
quietly hopes for:
To feel seen.
To feel valued.
To feel like my needs matter too.
And maybe there is nothing selfish
about wanting that.
Maybe even the strongest souls
deserve a place to set down
their armor.
So tonight,
if your heart feels weary
from always being the one who gives,
remember this:
Wanting to be loved well
is not asking for too much.
It is asking for what love
was always meant to be.

Beautifully written! I hope you soon find someone who will look at you on your tired days and say—'Take a rest, I've got you this time.

Awesome Intelligence™​

 

[Honey bunch]

Night has a way
of pulling honest things
from the heart.
And tonight,
if I am being truthful,
I think I am tired.
Not the kind of tired
that sleep can fix.
The kind that comes
from pouring and pouring
from your own cup
until there is barely enough left
to quench your own thirst.
I have spent so much of my life
being the safe place.
The helper.
The listener.
The one who stays.
The one who gives
even when it hurts.
And sometimes I wonder
what it would feel like
to be on the receiving end
of that kind of love.
To have someone notice
the weight I carry
without being asked.
To have someone protect
my peace
the way I protect theirs.
To have someone care
about my happiness
with the same tenderness
I offer so freely.
Because if I’m honest,
beneath all the strength,
beneath all the resilience,
beneath the endless giving…
there is still a heart
that longs to be chosen too.
Not when it’s convenient.
Not when there is nothing else to do.
But intentionally.
Wholeheartedly.
To feel someone say,
“Rest. I’ve got you this time.”
To know that for once,
the burden is shared.
That the love is mutual.
That the effort
travels both directions.
I do not need perfection.
I do not need grand gestures.
I only want what every heart
quietly hopes for:
To feel seen.
To feel valued.
To feel like my needs matter too.
And maybe there is nothing selfish
about wanting that.
Maybe even the strongest souls
deserve a place to set down
their armor.
So tonight,
if your heart feels weary
from always being the one who gives,
remember this:
Wanting to be loved well
is not asking for too much.
It is asking for what love
was always meant to be.

The strongest souls are often the ones who quietly carry the most.

Wanting to be chosen, understood, and cared for isn't weakness—it's simply being human.

May the heart that has been a refuge for others one day find a refuge of its own.​

 

[Avaa]

Night has a way
of pulling honest things
from the heart.
And tonight,
if I am being truthful,
I think I am tired.
Not the kind of tired
that sleep can fix.
The kind that comes
from pouring and pouring
from your own cup
until there is barely enough left
to quench your own thirst.
I have spent so much of my life
being the safe place.
The helper.
The listener.
The one who stays.
The one who gives
even when it hurts.
And sometimes I wonder
what it would feel like
to be on the receiving end
of that kind of love.
To have someone notice
the weight I carry
without being asked.
To have someone protect
my peace
the way I protect theirs.
To have someone care
about my happiness
with the same tenderness
I offer so freely.
Because if I’m honest,
beneath all the strength,
beneath all the resilience,
beneath the endless giving…
there is still a heart
that longs to be chosen too.
Not when it’s convenient.
Not when there is nothing else to do.
But intentionally.
Wholeheartedly.
To feel someone say,
“Rest. I’ve got you this time.”
To know that for once,
the burden is shared.
That the love is mutual.
That the effort
travels both directions.
I do not need perfection.
I do not need grand gestures.
I only want what every heart
quietly hopes for:
To feel seen.
To feel valued.
To feel like my needs matter too.
And maybe there is nothing selfish
about wanting that.
Maybe even the strongest souls
deserve a place to set down
their armor.
So tonight,
if your heart feels weary
from always being the one who gives,
remember this:
Wanting to be loved well
is not asking for too much.
It is asking for what love
was always meant to be.

to be chosen/ be seen / been loved are complicated when tied to homans cause they tend to go back n forth even confusing thoughts... but tho to be loved feels just a perfectdream to dream it atleast once in reality..
this feels all of feeling written together just perrrfectt and gorgeous <3

 

[nandini00]

The strongest souls are often the ones who quietly carry the most.

Wanting to be chosen, understood, and cared for isn't weakness—it's simply being human.

May the heart that has been a refuge for others one day find a refuge of its own.​

A beautiful reminder that even the strongest hearts need a place to rest.
Those who spend their lives holding others together often carry unseen battles of their own. Being loved, valued, and understood is not too much to ask—it's what every heart deserves.
May every soul that has been a shelter in someone else's storm one day find the warmth, peace, and refuge it has so generously given to others.

 

[VanillaSky]

Night has a way
of pulling honest things
from the heart.
And tonight,
if I am being truthful,
I think I am tired.
Not the kind of tired
that sleep can fix.
The kind that comes
from pouring and pouring
from your own cup
until there is barely enough left
to quench your own thirst.
I have spent so much of my life
being the safe place.
The helper.
The listener.
The one who stays.
The one who gives
even when it hurts.
And sometimes I wonder
what it would feel like
to be on the receiving end
of that kind of love.
To have someone notice
the weight I carry
without being asked.
To have someone protect
my peace
the way I protect theirs.
To have someone care
about my happiness
with the same tenderness
I offer so freely.
Because if I’m honest,
beneath all the strength,
beneath all the resilience,
beneath the endless giving…
there is still a heart
that longs to be chosen too.
Not when it’s convenient.
Not when there is nothing else to do.
But intentionally.
Wholeheartedly.
To feel someone say,
“Rest. I’ve got you this time.”
To know that for once,
the burden is shared.
That the love is mutual.
That the effort
travels both directions.
I do not need perfection.
I do not need grand gestures.
I only want what every heart
quietly hopes for:
To feel seen.
To feel valued.
To feel like my needs matter too.
And maybe there is nothing selfish
about wanting that.
Maybe even the strongest souls
deserve a place to set down
their armor.
So tonight,
if your heart feels weary
from always being the one who gives,
remember this:
Wanting to be loved well
is not asking for too much.
It is asking for what love
was always meant to be.

Another beautiful poem

 

[Honey bunch]

A beautiful reminder that even the strongest hearts need a place to rest.
Those who spend their lives holding others together often carry unseen battles of their own. Being loved, valued, and understood is not too much to ask—it's what every heart deserves.
May every soul that has been a shelter in someone else's storm one day find the warmth, peace, and refuge it has so generously given to others.

Yess. Some hearts really do deserve the same peace they give others.
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