by LYNAE
a found poem from Stephanie Meyer’s Eclipse
Ice in my heart
black eyes, pool of hurt
Laughing was the last think I felt like doing
“What did I do wrong?”
a betrayal, a greater dilemma than the first
I miss him
“Don’t worry about it.”
A smell of quiet sadness
A very long night
I missed everything
“For this one night,
could we try to
forget everything besides
just me and you?”
does forgetting makes things better
or worse?
he started to hum my lullaby
I knew it was only a matter of time
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