'Aging Like Wine (And Whining) ' Poem by Zahrin Nazah

I hit thirty and my back said, 'Hey girl, chill! '
My jeans got tight but not from the thrill.
The club lost charm, the couch gained glory,
And skincare's now a whole damn story.

I scroll through apps with wine in hand,
Swipe left on guys who 'don't understand'.
I want more than abs and "vibe" and fame,
Like… can you text back and spell your name?

My beauty's changed — still hot, just smarter,
Less "wild child, " more chaos starter.
Mascara runs from laughs, not tears,
And I've been over drama for, like, years.

I want slow dancing in a messy kitchen,
Not ghosting games or love that's glitchin'.
A partner who knows life gets muddy,
And still wants to be my post-hangover buddy.

At twenty, I wanted sparks and flings,
Now it's tax help and IKEA things.
A man who's hot and good with plumbing?
That combo honestly gets me humming.

My priorities? They've had a glow-up —
From "Be skinny" to "Can I show up? "
Love me with roots, with stretch marks showing,
While I chase dreams and keep on glowing.

So yes, I want love, but not the messy,
I want deep chats, good snacks, and someone zesty.
If he brings coffee and calls me pretty,
Well damn — that's my kind of witty.