No More Bad Love

No More Bad Love

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This poetry collection is for those who were sold lies and heartache, instead of love. Those who went through abuse instead being loved in returned. What was done for you was never your fault. There is never dark side for true love. No matter what you have been told. That is just a lie This poetry collection is some of my darkest poems. How love has gone wrong or is not even love but something falsely claimed as a love. They are not all only about bad romantic relationships but toxic friendships as well. Some poems are from either female or male point of view. Others are in genderless point of view simply using you. I leave it to the readers fill who that you is to them. These poems are what love is not. No more bad love means no more accepting these horrible and toxic relationships. Stop calling it love or dark side of true love. This about getting back own strength and finally leaving. Starting healing and rebuilding life and own self after everything. Not buying the lies that were sold as love. This is for the broken who survived the hell that was falsely called love. I would like to remind that abuse doesn't have a gender and anyone can be the victim of abuse regardless their gender or sexuality. Same as anyone can be abuser regardless their gender. If you or someone you know is in abusive relationship. There is lot of help available online nowadays please reach out and find safe way to exit dangerous relationship. You are not alone or only one who is going through this. WARNING: These poems are dark. And some contains heavy mature content like manipulation, DV, abusive relationships, even violence. That may not be suitable for some readers. Weekly updates on Monday's and Friday's. Cover design: C.F. Grönroos All rights reserved to C.F. Grönroos
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#1 Teen Fiction | #1 Young Adult | #1 Romance "We all need someone to drive us mad." - The Wombats. He stared arrogantly down at me, a smirk plastered across his face. I sneered up at him with distaste, wanting to wrap my fingers around his neck and strangle that smirk off of him. He brushed my golden hair from my face, his long, slender fingers sparking electricity in my skin, making my knees wobble together. "Will you ever, forgive me?" he whispered huskily, his eyes intently staring into mine. His face was only mere inches from me. I just needed to reach out a little further to kiss him... "Yeah. Over my dead body." I snapped, before throwing my arms out forcefully, shoving my hands into his chest, pushing him from me. -*-*-*- He, is Carter Williams. I, am Lacey Adams. We were once, inseparable. The 'Golden Couple'. The unbreakable best friends, that everybody envied. Nothing could get between us. A part from being tighter than white on rice, we updated our status from friends to being in a relationship, frequently. We were neighbours, which meant our families were all close and even co-owned houses around our town. This, all is, until the day of my sixteenth birthday. Everything changed. The loving relationship we shared, was severed and torn apart. I couldn't hardly stand to look at him any more, without spitting fire that is. Every day is torture being around him. He was in all my classes at school and the window in my room was even directly aligned with his. So, what happens? My mother's mum gets sick, so dad and her fly out. Just them. Leaving me to stay with Carter and his parents, who are never home. We would be alone. In one house. Under the same roof. If I was insane before, I have no idea what I am now. © 2016 by LaurenJ22. All rights reserved.

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