Shadowscript
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  • Parts 35
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  • Reads 302
  • Votes 20
  • Parts 35
  • Time 21m
Ongoing, First published Jan 24, 2017
This book is a collection of poems I've written over the years. For a long time, I wrote poetry as a vent for my emotions during my darkest times. Sometimes, I'd remove myself from the poem and write it as a way to lift myself back up again. Sometimes, I'd use poetry to try and make sense of a character or friend's perspective.

Some of these poems were published on this account a few years ago. I took them down because I felt that some were just too personal to be public. Now, I have a different perspective on the matter, and I'd like to share my poetry again. Not all of it--some things I'd still prefer to keep to myself. But for what I do share, I hope you enjoy it!

Please also note that wattpad is not the only platform I share poetry. I did have a few apps at one point I would write poetry on, and I sometimes share my works among friends both online and in person. So, if you think you've seen some of these before... you probably have. Know that it is intentional!
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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?