I thought him once to be an angel,
my relentless guardian,
but when I found that he was gone,
I realized he no longer cared then.
I also thought - so foolishly -
that I was special in his eyes,
and then I saw the cold, hard truth -
I had been telling myself lies.
I told myself he loved me,
I sighed at thoughts he cared -
those thoughts, mere fantasy,
had my heart ensnared.
Despite the way it kills me,
and even though I rot inside,
I am his until he no longer wants me,
from my feelings I cannot hide.
I love him even still -
and, unconditionally, I do -
I shall care for him until the end,
but where does that leave you?
You told me that you care for me,
you showed me such affection,
you tried to shield me from the pain,
you saw me beautiful in imperfection.
But why can you not see
that your protecting is in vain?
Only the destroyer of a heart
can alleviate its pain.
You put yourself in agony
just to watch me die,
but, sadly, you cannot save me
from these tears I cry.
Author notes
What if Bella lost Edward, but he never loved her to begin with? What if Edward never cared for Bella, even though it seemed like it? What if it was only in her mind?
What if Jacob tried to protect Bella, but only felt pain in the process? What if Jacob couldn't save her, even though he tried?
What if Bella felt only for Edward even though he could never love her? What if she was Edward's, only Edward's, and only wanted to be there for him, at least? What if she was his until he no longer wanted her at all?
What if - when Edward left - Bella feared that he would never return? And what if he didn't?
Would there be an Eclipse?
Critique?
Comments
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It's odd that bloody brilliant poems like yours get hardly any comments... yet poor ones get loads.. this site is weird.
this was really well worded and I dig the rhythm
you got some serious skill keep it up
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Greatly written. Absolutely wonderful read. That being said though, allow me the right to disagree. First off, our names aren't Edward, Jacob, or Bella, and I hav sooooo much to say in this. I can't really do it in this comment though.
So keep your eyes open for a Morning Star . . .
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First off, YOU started that.
Secondly, I am called Misfortune, not "Bella" or even "Dinah", although "Dinah" actually has a better response from me.
Thirdly and finally, I was talking about the actual book and applying that to the situation. Like a metaphor. . and partially because I started wondering what WOULD happen if that happened in the Saga.
Also, format in poetry IS important, and there's no denying it.
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Wow that's a good poem.I like it!
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