Surviving Heartbreak

The Girl In The Picture

Yesterday, I stumbled upon a photograph,

One of us together, a memory from a while ago.

I know what you're thinking, but no I didn't break down or cry,

I simply looked, then looked again.

There she was, the girl in the picture,

So deeply in love, she believed in magic,

You could see it in her eyes.

She hadn't yet known the taste of heartbreak,

Her heart still pure, still dreaming.

Bittersweet, isn't it?

To see how far she's come,

From that girl who thought she had it all,

To me now, penning words of pain and healing.

Without her, I wouldn't have found me.

Without her, I wouldn't write these poems,

Each line a tribute to the journey,

To the love that was and the love that's to come.

I'm grateful for the heart she gave,

For the dreams she held close.

She didn't know then what laid ahead, 

But I'm proud of her, proud of the love she knew.

And I'm proud of me, too.

For the strength that came from her, 

For the heart that now knows both joy and sorrow.

I'm doing this for her, for me,

For the love that was, and the love that will be.

—MistakenGenius