Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or settings—Stephenie Meyer does.
Whispers of Secrets
My secret.
My curse.
I can't tell a soul.
I can't free my own tongue.
I'm bound to something that will cost a life.
I'm bound to something that's so embedded in me; I can't seem to disown it.
That turning point came and went, walking away without final farewells.
It leaves me with nothing but soundless screams and wordless threats.
It leaves me with agony that says 'I love you'.
It gives me a hushed language of broken promises.
It gives me a broken heart that is beyond repair.
There is no mercy.
No empathy.
Understanding is out of the picture.
The only knowledge is that this is my secret.
My curse.
My life.