THIS IS A POEM-FIC IN BELLA'S P.O.V. WHEN SHE IS TRYING TO WAKE UP FROM HER CATATONIC STATE IN NEW MOON.
Come and take this history that is always haunting me
What use have I of it anyway
What's the point in seeking out every single yesterday
Take the last trace of the first day long ago in biology
I don't even want very the last memory
Because now I have the sun to smile at me everyday
Sure, it may have been fun for you to lead me so far astray
But I had so much love and faith in you that I never thought of the possibility
That one day you would just walk out of my life so fast
And never once even think to look back
To see if the one you left alone would find her way out of the cold
I am not bitter though, in fact my love for you will forever last
I guess I will have to try waking up and getting on the right track
I guess I am going forward without you because there is nothing left of you to hold