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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.
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Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 11:58 AM UTC
The Girl I Used to Be
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.
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Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 11:58 AM UTC
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