She could have eaten you for dinner but instead she made you cry,
She could have taken back all the blood she gave you within the blink of an eye.
So young, she held you so carefully as if you would break,
So young, you cried in front of her, your tears resulted as her fate.
All your life, you wanted to be with her and herself, she sacrificed,
All that time, you had longed to be near her, your fangs had her sat, holding onto your hand, fearing for her life.
It made other nourishment taste vile while you held tightly onto the sink,
It made your excessively closed mind, only know not what to think.
It made your existence develop into disintegrating dust,
It made your sour lips burn with the mixed feelings of hunger and lust.
You wanted to end your hearts beat, only she stopped you with her bare hands,
You wanted to start an assassination for her, and the brother who she never knew who she had.
One day you wanted to kill her and you, blood-thorned, set out to make her die,
She is nothing more to you now, other than a destined pure bloods wife.
You dropped your gun and went to kiss her, touching the lips of that girl-not the same,
Then you shall dismiss her, declaring her as your enemy, never to meet again.
One day the truth becomes clearer, when you loose your breath, your life failing to survive,
One day you will know that you shall forgive her, and your heart, right now, is trying to tell you why.
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My Poems
PoetryJust some of the poems I wrote and decided were decent enough to put on here x
