This is Personal

This is Personal

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Poetry
Poetry for a wide range of feelings. These are basically tales through life of breakups, new love, loss, finding myself, hurting and healing, basically every emotion you feel at some point in time through your teens or early to mid-twenties are here. Story time is after each poem where I tell you about when and why these poems were written. Much like the title states and the reason behind the cover these are all personal which is why I'm doing Story time after is to be let you in and see the story behind the poem. I hope you enjoy! ***There may be some possible triggers of rape or grief be warned.*** ***Note I'm trying that approach but if y'all don't like it I'll edit it out, just let me know by commenting.*** ***There is no order to these and updates my be posted to older chapters as work is done and I search through my poems and edit them. Look at titles in the table of contents for an idea of the content inside.*** Also note there may be times I publish just one poem in a chapter or two. Poetry isnt what I typically write it's more of an outlet when I feel things.
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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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