Here is something that just came to me just a few minutes ago while I was getting ready for bed. It's not really a poem, but it's something. It kinda sucks, but if you want to read it, go right ahead!
Erik: I'm sure it'll be wonderful, ma amie.
Me: whatever! You're only here to critique my work, not tell me it's wonderful!
Erik: Fine. I'll do whatever it is you want me to do.
Me: Good. So, here we go!
It Shines
Cut
It Glistens Prettily
Slice
The Blood Beads Down My Wrist
Cold
The Metal Caresses My Skin
Sting
This Is Love
Drip
The Color Of Love Is Red, Right?
Drop
Blood Is Red
Splatter
So It Must Be Love
Scream
I Hear Her Screaming
Footsteps
I Can Hear Her Delicate Feet
Pitter
Pattering Across My Dark Floor
Clatter
My Savior Falls To The Ground
Gasp
"Erik! What Have You Done?"
Smile
"Whatever Do You Mean?"
Slap
"You Know!"
Lift
"We Must Stop Your Bleeding."
Pull
"Leave Me Be."
Cries
"You'll Die!"
Sigh
"The Monster Shall Be Gone."
Wet
They Drop On My Disfigured Face
Sob
"I Love You, Erik."
Laugh
"An Angel Loves Her Monster?"
Curious
Then Why Didn't She Come Before?
Darkness
"Au Revior, Christine."
Breathing
"No! Erik, Don't Go!"
Blood...
"...J'adore..."
Ange
It's done. Told you it was small and not very good. This is my first time doing this sort of thing so...there you go! I'm going snowboarding tomorrow! I'm excited! If I'm not too tired, I'll update one of my other stories.
Erik: I thought it was nice, but, why did you kill me?
Me:...Don't hurt me! Well, I've got to go, Erik is chasing me with a Punjab and I do value my life. R&R!
^.^