Hi! My name is Kristen, and I am honestly only posting stories/poems so that I can become a beta... But I do love FanFiction, as you can tell by my 600 favorited stories. And since this is my first one, you can expect it to be bad. :P But don't worry, I like flames.
It's really odd that I'd said that the one type of story that I don't generally like is poetry... Yet my first story is a poem... :P
I wrote this sitting on my bed... Thinking about some stories that I had recently read. And they made me sad. Really sad. So I wrote. Enjoy (or don't).
I could die tomorrow.
Dead.
Gone.
Not coming back.
I might.
It's possible.
But.
I've adapted.
Adapted to death.
Sorrow.
Loss.
It wove it's way in.
A constant.
Painfully constant.
No longer new.
Adaptation.
Mourning.
I could die.
Just like you.
We'd be together.
Forever.
But.
You don't want that.
Why?
Why don't you want us to be together?
Reality sinks in.
I was wrong.
I said that you wouldn't die.
That you couldn't die.
I was wrong.
They know.
They've seen.
They saw our love.
It was perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect doesn't end.
Logically.
Logically, you can't be dead.
You shouldn't be dead.
I don't want you to be dead.
Then again.
Our love was perfect.
Our love hasn't ended.
Our love won't end.
Only our lives will.
That's how life works.
It gives.
Then it takes.
Life gave you to me.
Life took you away.
In a way, they took me too.
