Story cover for All the I Hate Yous by honeybeexxxx
All the I Hate Yous
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Complete, First published Jan 18, 2020
Mature
The cover photo was drawn by me, so it's pretty rough! 😂 But I drew it at a time when I wasn't feeling like my best, around the time I wrote this poem, so that's why I chose it! But I hope you all enjoy this one; I wrote it at my lowest, and it was interesting to go back and read it now, at a time where I'm more comfortable than ever. I'd like to think that by writing this piece, I started myself on a journey to self love and acceptance, a journey that I am most definitely not done with, but have gotten pretty far with. 

So again, please enjoy it. Much love ❤️
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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?