High on Love

High on Love

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I was sober. At one point I really was. I was on my way to a successful, happy, rich life. I had my whole life planned out for me. I never saw this coming. No one did, actually. I never thought I would be going down this path. Til I met him. I used to smoke BBQ with my family. Now I smoke weed with him. I used to drive to the mall with my friends. Now him and I drive town to town hiding from danger. I once had bruises from being a clumsy teenage girl. Now they're from his cold fists. His dark glassy eyes look into mine as his fresh smokey breath hits my nostrils. Fear builds up inside me. Waiting. I don't remember this being the person I fell in love with.
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?

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