Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the clothes on my back.
Here's an angsty poem about how Edward, Bella, and Alice blame themselves for the actions the others have committed in New Moon.
I thought I was doing the right thing.
I wasn't.
I thought she would get over me.
She didn't.
I thought she'd be more responsible.
She wasn't.
She jumped off a cliff.
And it's my fault.
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I thought that he loved me.
He didn't.
I thought that I'd hate him.
I didn't.
I thought he'd be more sensible.
He wasn't.
He ran off to Italy.
And it's my fault.
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I hoped that my vision was wrong.
It was.
I hoped Edward would see though his actions.
He didn't.
I hoped we would get there in time to stop him.
I wasn't so sure.
How could I not be?
His plan changed again, and so did the future.
Au Revoir,
VeggieVamp