Surviving Heartbreak

The Version You Never Touched

I'm not the same girl you left behind,

Different now, appearance-wise, sure.

I changed my hair, got tattoos you'll never see or touch,

Took out the piercings you once kissed away.

I've become something untouched by you,

A version of me you'll never hold again.

But emotionally? That's another thing—

I'm still the same lover girl you met,

Even though when you left,

You shattered me, left me second-guessing love.

Doubt crept it, whispering,

"Will I ever want to love again?"

I'm still that forgiving soul, 

Loyal to the core, but now to my own self.

My heart, though—my heart hasn't changed.

It still carries the love I had for you,

Tucked inside, every day,

Everywhere I go.

I can make myself untouchable,

But my heart, it's still something you touched.

Held with loving hands when it needed it most.

And I know—if you were to touch it again,

It would feel like home.

I'm sure you've changed too, 

Maybe you've changed your hair, 

Swapped your wardrobe,

Rearrange the furniture in what once was our home.

Changed my pillow for something else.

You changed me in ways I can't deny—

The girl I was no longer exists, 

Because you left an imprint on my soul. 

You made me question myself,

Then rebuild, piece by piece.

Taught me love could both bloom and break.

I hope I had some kind of impact on you,

Even if time has shaped us differently. 

But I hope you're still kind, still seeing beyond the covers,

Still doing what you love, every day.

I hope your heart—the heart I loved remains the same,

Still giving, still full of light.

I can't say I love you anymore,

It's not my place, 

But the old me?

She sure as hell does.

And I believe the old you, somewhere,

Still loves me too,

Even if the new you, doesn't.

—MistakenGenius