Surviving Heartbreak

My First Heartbreak Taught Me

My first heartbreak

Taught me how to love,

And how I want to be loved—

With kindness that stretches

Beyond myself,

Where my people's feelings

Are just as sacred as my own.

It showed me new colors,

Shades I didn't even know existed,

And whispered lessons

I didn't even know I needed.

It taught me what "I love you" truly stands for—

Not just words,

But actions woved in the everyday,

In the small things, the big things,

And all the quiet moments in between.

It matured me,

Forced me to learn lessons

I wasn't ready for,

But ones the universe knew I had to carry.

It revealed the weight of love,

The ache and responsibility

That comes with commiting to another soul.

It taught me how to speak my truth,

To voice my wants and wounds,

And gave me the tools

To be the woman standing here today.

If you asked me if I still love him,

I'd say no—

Because I'm no longer in love

With the version of him I once held dear.

And I am no longer

The girl he fell for either.

I think I like this version of my better,

The one who learned

Never to love someone like that again.

Even if I tried,

I know I couldn't.

He was it,

And that love belongs 

To a different time,

To a different me.

—MistakenGenius