paper cuts

by LovesHerRomeo

another short poem about Bella faceing the possibly reality that Edward is planning to walk away for good, she's got a wrenching feeling, but so desperatly wants to be wrong. BPOV

This one is self explainatory really, Bella Is feeling the tension before Edward Announces his departure and she is trying to make herself believe she's just being paranoid. My Thanks Go out again To Mrs. Robward who in my eyes is WONDER WOMAN! much luv Stacy (=

inspired by:

RED= Pieces

I'm here again, a thousand miles away from you
A broken mess, just scattered pieces of who I am
I tried so hard, thought I could do this on my own
I've lost so much along the way

Then I see your face, I know I'm finally yours
I find everything I thought I lost before
You call my name, I come to you in pieces
So you can make me whole

I've come undone
But you make sense of who I am
Like puzzle pieces in your hand

when l see your face, I know I'm finally yours
I find everything I thought I lost before
You call my name, I come to you in pieces
So you can make me whole

I tried so hard, so hard
I tried so hard

Then I see your face, I know I'm finally yours
I find everything I thought I lost before
You call my name, I come to you in pieces
So you can make me whole
So you can make me whole

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PAPER CUTS:

Holding myself to your stone body pressed tight, waging war with my mind because something's not right.

Your more rigid than usual, with no emotions to display, I search for signs of what you may be feeling, but I'm afraid of what you don't say.

The brave part of me wants to just ask, but again I'm frightened by the reality, that you just might walk away leaving me to face a broken heart and my own mortality.

I won't grow old without you love, I'll be damned if I have to grow old at all! If you leave me now I will surely lose the fight, and stumble before I fall.

I wish for just this once that I were as strong as you, that you could read my mind, so you could understand what I would inevitably go through.

I can almost feel the wound that would be ripping through the center of my heart, paralyzing me hopeless, if you were to depart.

I need you, call me desperate if you will, of that I'll never deny, you're the blood in my veins, the taste on my tongue, you are the very air on which I rely.

I want this to be a paranoid fleeting feeling, just a moment of absurd insecurity, one of those teenage girl things that demonstrates a degree of my immaturity.

I've never really doubted my own intuition, but I don't want you walking out of my life to be your mission.

So until I figure out what it is that feels so amiss, I guess all I can ask for is one more crushing kiss.

I love you, don't you know? I don't mean to be such a klutz, I want to stay here locked in your arms forever, avoiding any future paper cuts.

10-15-2009