Nova's Cry

Nova's Cry

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Mar 6, 2021
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"You're emotionally inept..." Nova mumbled Marie turned around and slowly walked in Nova's direction. "Nova what the hell did you just say to me?" Nova began to shudder. She tried to stop the tears from flowing but it was too late. Her heart beat faster with each step Marie took. Nova was afraid but she refused to hold her tongue for any longer. If she didn't say anything now, things would never change. "You're," Nova started, "...I said you're emotionally inept! You are mentally incapable a listening to other people's feelings and how they are affected by things. It's always about how you feel and you never stop to think 'is this gonna hurt if I say this?'. When you get angry, you say the most harsh shit, and you don't care about how it affects me. Why? Why do you never ask if I'm ok?" Nova panted. She caught her breath. Marie looked at her with burning rage. The idea of being told about her incapability to emotionally support her child infuriated her. "How dare she?" Marie thought.
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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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