Please, stop being Edward.

meh.

I cannot bear the things inside
its why i've locked them tightly away
and process them slowly in every stride
until my scars reveal their fray.

with all that you still choose to keep unaware,
I move along, numb but fine.
why are you content with lying, telling yourself my pain's no longer there?

how could things be so devastating when loving lives intertwine?



Curse how I've become Bella, I've no mirror
What do I do? What appears about me? Do I hint?
of an eternity of frustrated love I've become bearer
is it possible in this world to imprint?

So worn down, i'm content now to suffer but avoid falling apart,
beginning to think it a destiny to have such a heart.

Author's Note

Now onto the fourth book, Breaking Dawn, I find myself in startingly similar situations.

Reviews

[Lestat's daughter]

Love it as much as I loved the book, a lot!

[DeeWV]

You write the pain of love gone wrong. So often she/he often feel that there is something
wrong with them. I do like that you give your reader a line that says I will be okay.
(I'm content now to suffer but avoid falling apart) It conveys a good message, that
this too shall pass.

Dee