I miss the girl
I was
before I started giving pieces
of myself away.
Before I learned
how easy it was
for people to take.
She was lighter then.
She laughed without hesitation,
spoke without second-guessing,
walked through the world
without constantly checking
if she was too much
or not enough.
Her heart was full
not crowded.
She believed love
was something shared,
not something poured out
until the cup was empty.
But somewhere along the way
I started handing pieces out
like they were harmless things.
A little patience here.
A little understanding there.
A little more forgiveness
than anyone asked for.
And each time
I told myself
it was just a small part.
Just a fragment.
Just something I could live without.
But pieces add up.
And now when I look inside myself
there are quiet spaces
where things used to live.
Confidence.
Ease.
The simple joy
of belonging to myself.
I wonder where she went
the girl who didn’t bend
her shape
To fit into someone else’s hands.
The girl who knew
that love
was never meant
to cost you
your entire self.
Sometimes
I swear I can still feel her
somewhere inside me
like an echo
waiting patiently
for the day
I remember
how to come back.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 11:58 AM UTC
I miss the girl
I was
before I started giving pieces
of myself away.
Before I learned
how easy it was
for people to take.
She was lighter then.
She laughed without hesitation,
spoke without second-guessing,
walked through the world
without constantly checking
if she was too much
or not enough.
Her heart was full
not crowded.
She believed love
was something shared,
not something poured out
until the cup was empty.
But somewhere along the way
I started handing pieces out
like they were harmless things.
A little patience here.
A little understanding there.
A little more forgiveness
than anyone asked for.
And each time
I told myself
it was just a small part.
Just a fragment.
Just something I could live without.
But pieces add up.
And now when I look inside myself
there are quiet spaces
where things used to live.
Confidence.
Ease.
The simple joy
of belonging to myself.
I wonder where she went
the girl who didn’t bend
her shape
To fit into someone else’s hands.
The girl who knew
that love
was never meant
to cost you
your entire self.
Sometimes
I swear I can still feel her
somewhere inside me
like an echo
waiting patiently
for the day
I remember
how to come back.