Disclaimer: I don't own twilight or anything else. although i don't really think i need a disclaimer since this is a poem that does not mention any names.

A boy, looking away.
He prays I don't notice him.
He knows I will anyway,
But he will hide on a whim.

He knows there is no escape.
Even as he is embraced,
Even as I brush my lips along his neck's nape.
He knows hiding is a waste.

He doesn't struggle,
Not anymore.
Not that he will ever snuggle,
It's not something that cold is designed for.

I hold him close to me
Because I need him near.
If I let go, he'll flee,
I hold him to keep back that fear.

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