this is a story in poems about bella's dead zone thoses months after edwards departure
this is a story that goes into bella's life during the three months in new moon. i would love some opinions and dont be afraid to tell me if it sucks.
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In the kitchen I know stand.
I can hardly hold a steady hand.
My legs are weak and my heart aches,
what more could he take.
My reason for living has left,
my light has been extinguished.
Will it return,
I do not know.
My mind is not in control as I cross the room,
to that cabinet that I avoid.
I open it slowly and look at the things inside,
the things that Charlie has tried to hide.
I hold the blade up to the light,
admiring its glow.
I twist and turn it,
the light bounces of in a joyous note,
it seems to laugh,
it invites me in calling me to it.
A wanting a can not explain.
A need I can not obtain.
I hold the knife flat in my hands,
and look at the girl.
The knife reflects a sinister me .
I see the glint of lust in her eyes,
a desire the knife shows.
Hurts shines bright in those eyes,
hurt formed from lies.
I see myself in this foreign face,
losing a vital race.
Does life hold meaning any more,
what cause is there to stay here?
I would gladly go to a place with less pain,
there is more than I can bear here.
But I could not destroy the lives of others.
I am not heart less.
I set the knife back in its place.
The temptation dies with the closing of that cabinet.
Is a happy life only lore,
what does the world have in store?