I love Twilight! Yeah, duh. Hey, guy, how are things? Hope they're good. Anyway, this is, as the short summary says, a oneshot and poem in one. I just needed to put this out there. Enjoy!
Death
That which comes with the last breathe
Pain
A word used as my main
Life
How things happen in strife
Anger
Everytime the heart is hit with problems and danger
Sadness
The way the world goes slowly under madness
Love
The showing from a dove
Passion
That which counteracts depression
Goal
To have shown him he had a soul
I always thought his was gold
No matter how many years pass he is not old
He is my heart
which has been torn apart
I can see nothing. Everything around me clowly faded to black, like lights being dimmed by something in the far distant. I do not care if the sun is gone, if the sky is full of the darkness I feel in my soul. I only feel numb, broken. No other words can describe the feeling of your own body getting ripped apart from the inside out. My heart was thrown in the wind that his fast run made when he turned and left. The leaves lifting slightly, then slowly falling to the ground. Blending into the sea of wet, drowned leaves which blanketed the ground.
Why did he leave? Where did he go? Did he know of the broken...thing...I would be when he left?
Most likely not. I'm sure he always queestioned if my love was strong enough. Though I knew he was too amazing for me to be lucky enough to have him. I never placed questions on us, but it might have been better if I had. I had always taken him without complaint and enjoying that he even gave me a second glance. I probably would have fared better if I had questioned, even aloud, about us, about his love. Well, the love he showed, anyway. He never loved me, just my scent, and illusive, silent thoughts. Those thoughts that I did not hesitate to tell him, whether they be word for word or not.
His dazzling abilities were amazing, but he never had to dazzle me for me to tell him my thoughts. Well, he did, but now he's gone, and I'll never see those dazzling homey-colored eyes in life again. I'll only see them when I close my eyes, yet I could never picture those eyes like his perfectly. They were just too beautiful, too deep, nothing could compare. Those soulful, gentle, passionate eyes so full of everything. Every emotion, thought, everything. Everything that only his eyes could show all at once. Those eyes I hope I'll dee just one more time before my heart stops beating, even if for only a second.
And his lips. Those perfectly pink, oh-so kissable lips that I could kiss for hours. If it wasn't for my need to breathe, I would have. Would. Have. Oh, God. Though I could not see anything, I still felt my eyes sting with tears. Those always gentle lips, so cold that my lips feel entirely too hot against his. I was always grateful for any cold he bought, whether it be from his lips, hands, or very protective arms.
His arms. Those arms that I could not take my eyes off of, or hands, our first time together in the meadow. The first time I saw him in the sun, the sparkling diamond of his skin something not even my human mind could forget. And the hard sliver of his chest that shone through his unbuttoned shirt. The hard contours of his abs also glistening, making them seem softer, yet still perfectly defined.
He was perfect, always will be perfect. I loved him, will always love him. he left, but I will never forget. It will never be like he never existed. he will always be on my mind. His leaving, his goodbye, his lies, all like a hole in my heart.
DEEP! yeah, mega deep. Anyway, the poem is not one of my best. I am actually really good at poetry, this just did not come out the way I wanted it to...
tell me what you think anyway. Read and Review
Thanks V.S.A
