It's all my fault,
That she feels unwanted by life,
Rejected in soul, unloved by me,
A soulless, selfish being, the love of her life.
My dead heart throbs
Painfully at the thought
Of her pain, the pain
That I caused, single-handedly.
It's my fault she cries herself to sleep.
My life, so empty, so fetid,
Is pointless, hopeless,
Without her smile, her love,
Her affection, guiding the way.
She gave me her heart,
Trusted me with it, entirely,
And I broke that trust.
I reluctantly returned her heart.
It's my fault I tore her heart in two.
Her heart! Soft, pulsing,
Beating, so drawing, so lovely,
Pulling me toward her like
The strongest undertow.
So many things I miss
About her: her smile, her scent,
Floral as always, But mostly I miss
Her blush when she saw me.
It's my fault she no longer blushes.
I tried to salvage her humanity,
Not wanting her to become one of us,
I tried to leave her, human forever,
But it hasn't worked.
I've been told she's a mere shell,
Of the gorgeous woman she used to be.
A zombie, her true self in hibernation,
Waiting for my love to restore her broken soul.
I miss her so much.
I need to see her.
But I can't.
A/N: I don't own any of Stephenie Meyer's wonderous works. Though I desperately wish that I did.