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Alone

Edward

New Moon

Alone rests a boy, youthful in appearance, beautiful, most definitely, but still alone rests he. Because he wallows in his misery and yearns to be set free, he wishes to go back to his love, but he insists this was the right thing to do. Will she even want him back? What of rejection? That would be worse than leaving, self inflicted pain is one thing, but if she were to turn him away, he could not live another day. Despite his immortal state, it's surprisingly easy to relate, to this poor soul, who thinks he has none, but he loves, how can a being with no soul love so intensely? It just wouldn't be. But alone into the night he sits, not even the aid of sleep will welcome him, so he sits and thinks, unbidden pictures of his love arise, he sees her through old sets of eyes, a pair not slightly jaded, from his self-inflicted heart-ache. Because that is before, so there he sits and cannot even cry, all he can do is minutely whimper and sigh. Alone. Instead he composes in his mind an adequate poem of all he left behind, all it has caused him and how he is now.

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Desolate, bleak,

Abandoned and meek,

Here alone,

On my own,

No person near,

Just me and a stifled tear,

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Dusty, dark,

Just the mark,

On my broken heart,

After me and my love part,

After I leave her behind,

Can't put her from my mind,

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Black, blue,

I feel the cold too,

Though not really you see,

More metaphorically,

My stone heart, like ice,

No excuse will suffice,

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Singular, sheer,

She's not here,

It pains me so,

I have no place to go,

None to really belong,

Without her hearts song,

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Pain, furious agony,

Anew rips through me,

Not a turning,

But a vicious yearning,

That will not release me,

Let me and my thoughts be

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The intense ache,

The distress I cannot shake,

Even when I see her face,

Part of me fights the case,

It says to go back and stay,

No, I get in the way,

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Murky, grey, dim,

I cannot picture her with any him,

Says the other side of me,

The side that wants her to be free,

Of impending death and doom,

Why should she share my gloom

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Devoid, heartbroken,

Alone and unspoken,

No words can be said,

To express his heart and head,

His still heart, no activity,

"stop it " he begs in a silent plea,

One unspoken beg of mercy,

To make him free,

Of the overflowing misery,

That wracks his still body,

His torture ebbs, like the sea,

He calms slightly as the numbness overtakes him finally.

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