Shattered mirror
Shattered bone in my arm
Shattered dreams
Shattered heart
The pale beautiful face I see in the shattered glass is not his
Which I did and did not
Wish to see
The physical and emotional pain
Now bubbling up in side of me
I wanted to shout out his name
Instead I lie in pain and in my shame
Looking into the dark eyes
That were beautiful and yet terrifying
Unlike his which were
Light and kind
The longing and thirst
I could see in his face
I knew was the craving for my blood
For the taste
The only thing I was thinking
As the hot sticky blood runs down my head
Before he pounces
And claims me dead
"Edward, I love you"
Ok its not that good I wrote this summer when i first read the book but then my comp crashed so i lost the file and now i found it and i also made a new prfile cuz my old one stunk.
Feel free to write your opinion on a comment i would like to take advice as well.
Thanks for reading!