A/N: I've heard this poem from my friend and I thought that this would be a good story even if it was a little depressing, it's rated T but if someone thinks that if needs to be changed I will. Please comment and review! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight series, Stephanie Meyer does. I only own the ideas that go through my head.
Roses are red,
That's what he had said to me before he went and betrayed me and cut my heart in two.
Violets are blue,
He used to give me violets, with little notes, and I used to fell so special, but it was all an act.
Sugar is sweet and so are you.
I used to think that you were my soul mate that we were going to be together forever.
But the roses have wilted,
Well the act is up, I saw you with her, so next time if you think that you won't be caught don't take her to your house.
The violets are dead,
Everything you said to me was a lie, you never were real with me, you treated me like a fragile doll that would break with the slightest breeze.
The sugar bowl is empty,
Well I'm not a little girl anymore and you are nothing to me anymore.
And the girls wrists run red.
"And the girls wrists run red.", I chuckled dryly and said, " Goodbye Edward." With the blood pooling around me I let the darkness consume me but not before I heard someone yell,
"Bella! No!"
A/N: What do you think? I might make it into a Bella/ Jacob story. What do you think? Review please!
