I do not own Twilight or the poem.
She paints a pretty picture but this picture has a twist. Her paintbrush is her razor her canvas is her wrist.
Bpov
I felt like he had ripped out my heart and stomped on it. I didn't know how to end it until I saw my razor sitting on the bathtub. The night before it seemed so harmless now it glinted with deadly light. I grabbed it and ran to my bedroom. I knew how to end it. I placed the razor on my wrist and started pushing. I sliced time after time. Right before I fainted from blood loss I realized just how much I loved him. The last words to cross my lips before I died where "Edward I love you."
She paints a pretty picture in a color that's blood red. While using her sharp paintbrush she finally ends up dead. Her pretty pictures fading quite slowly on her arm the blood no longer racing through her she can do no more harm. She painted a pretty picture but the story had a twist, her mine was her razor her heart was just her wrist.
Epov
Why did I leave her? The question was desperate. In a way I was glad she was dead. She could no longer do any harm. I was going to die as well I decided. That same day I went to the Volturi to ask for death. Aro decided it would be best. My last thought was "Bella I love you."
You decide if love is irrational or passionate.
