Perface:

I look upon darkness,

Because of the pain it feels so right,

But know light is right,

I must focus on the light but my light my love was ripped away so suddenly,

He did not and never did love me,

He did not love Pandora Isabella Maria Halliwell,

No he loved Isabella Marie Swan,

He did not love the dark haired, angelic curls, purple eyed girl with witch powers,

No he loved Bella the girl with messy light brown hair and muddy brown eyes,

He loved the illusion Bella the spell not the real me, not Pandora.

He loved a girl I was not!

Now I look upon seven pairs of golden eyes I thought I would never see again, I wish I would never see again.

I am a witch, I am a Wicca I am all powerful but when I look in his eyes I am weak I am in love, I am in agony, I am wishing I was truly Bella not Pandora so I could be what he wanted, but never will I be what he wanted.

But I am a Halliwell and dam straight he will have to deal with my witchy side,

Because I love magic and dam magic loves me!

Stay strong? I must dam the love of my life!

It's clear he does not love me, but does he still love the illusion he fell for?

I could cast the spell again?

But what is the point when it runs out he will just leave?

I am a Halliwell and I feel so dam cursed, I need my angel, back to heal me too remove such curse.

But in the end he did not even love Bella so he will loath Pandora,

As tears flow down my snowy skin,

I think why did being a Halliwell have to be so dam difficult?