I CHOOSE YOU EVEN IN HELL

I CHOOSE YOU EVEN IN HELL

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This collection of poems is a raw and intimate exploration of the unrequited love that resides within us all.Through the ebbs and flows of emotions, these words navigate the tender terrain of the soul, searching for solace, healing, and ultimately, self-discovery.Within these pages, you'll find a journey of vulnerability, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. May these poems be a gentle embrace for the parts of you that have yet to heal, a reminder that you are not alone in your sorrow, and a beacon of hope that guides you toward the light of your own true self. This is a work of fiction.Names,characters, events,and incidents are products of the author's imagination.Any resemblance to actual persons,living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. [ p.s: This is my first English poetry book.Kindly ignore the grammatical errors and share your valuable feedback with me.] Thank you:)
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Love. It was infuriating yet strangely addicting. It swirls in unknown waters, testing its limits before striking. The sensation of its claws digging into your flesh was all it took for it to become entranced. And then everything collapsed. Everything began to untangle. Everything slowly crumbled to ground. Everything began to fall apart. And you found yourself in the centre of it all, your hands cradling your heart as tears trickled down your cheeks, the salty liquid creating a dark patch on your jeans as it hit the soft fabric. You're vulnerable. You're scared. You're hurt. You're broken. But when you finally have the courage, to wipe away an trace of a broken heart. When you finally lift yourself from the dark pit you had created. When you finally patch together the remnants of your shattered soul. When you finally close your eyes. When you forget. When you become invincible. When you finally heal. It all comes back. Everything. Like an arrow that had been shot in your back, your eyes widening from the unforeseen attack. That's what happens. Because love is dirty. Love was the ugly, ever changing shadow that would snarl at you, jeering at your pitiful state. But then it was also the beautiful stroke of the paintbrush, as the brush winded across the canvas, the colours flourishing into life. Love was a demon, yet also an angel in disguise. That was love. _____________________________________ [ WARNING ⚠ : I wrote this as an inexperienced pre-pubescent so prepare for a cringefest. So before you call me out, think about the kid you're swearing at :) ] COVER BY SAMUELSTORMBRINGER [ COMPLETED ] HIGHEST RANKS: #31 in romance 09.11.17 #1 in heartbreak 17.12.18 #1 in friendzoned 21.05.18 #1 in ex-husband 21.05.18 #1 in marriage 30.03.19

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