http://www.fanfiction.net/u/254030/Gabby2
Here are the poems I mentioned:
She is Her Own
The blood runs red,
Bright against the pale white of her skin.
The pain burns,
But sends a rush of exhilaration through her body.
She looks at the faded marks,
From so many times before.
Each one a different incident.
The day he left her,
The day she failed.
The day she found herself lost,
Lost in a land she thought was her own.
Today?
She was driven from the place she called home.
The blood,
It was life.
She looked at the blood again,
Slowly trickling down her arm.
Here she is,
Her own vampire.
She Sings
Her first note pierces the night,
Clear, beautiful and strong.
She sings for love,
She sings for hate.
She sings for life,
She sings for death.
She sings for every living creature,
Big or small.
The song is like blood or air,
The song is life.
The notes float away,
Hitting unsuspecting ears.
They bring joy and sorrow.
Some go unnoticed by a world too self absorbed.
She wishes they would only take a minute,
To listen.
If they don’t listen,
What is the point of the song?
But if she doesn’t sing,
She loses her song, which is life.
If she doesn’t sing,
She dies.
Something New
The banter,
The smiles,
The plans.
They bring happiness,
To she and you.
Is it something new?
Something just to hold on to?
Or is it compassion,
A bond?
Will it last three years
Or three weeks?
You’ve both been hurt before,
Now here’s someone to mend your heart.
Someone you can talk to,
Someone that makes you feel good.
What will you do?
Hold it up to the sun and let it grow,
Or drop it to the floor?
The Looking Glass
She gazes into the looking glass,
Searching for what others see.
Where is she?
That wonderful and happy girl,
Do they not see the tears streaming down her face?
She feels dull and lifeless,
In a colorful and lively world.
Do they not see her heart breaking?
Her dreams fading?
If only they could see through the lies,
See down to the pain hidden deep inside.
She closes her eyes and hopes for something new,
But when she opens them it’s always the same view.
She takes the mirror,
As if to get a better look.
She smiles at it once,
Not a happy smile but a grim smirk,
Hiding a secret from the world.
She holds the looking glass up,
And smashes it to a million pieces on the floor.
You and She
She sat on the glittering pedestal that you built for her,
Flowers to her left and her love, you, to her right.
The days flew by in a whirlwind of colors and emotion,
It was you and she against the world.
Suddenly the day came,
The day where you had to leave.
Crying you kissed her goodbye,
Promising to come back for her again.
The thousands of miles kept you far apart,
But you were always in each other’s hearts.
Reunited you and she were a force to be reckoned with,
But soon you had the absinthe that is life cradled in your hands.
You were free,
But where was she?
Sitting on her once glittering pedestal.
The pedestal that was slowly losing its gleam,
The flowers wilted and the chair next to her looked empty as can be.
She looks at the chair and hopes for the day when it is again only,
You and she.
Won't Break
He broke my heart once.
He toyed with my emotions like a ping pong ball. Back and forth. I lead my life, bouncing from one side to another. One evening a boundary was crossed. Where did we go from there? He soon started avoiding me, confusing me and breaking my heart even more.
Weeks turned into months. Suddenly we were together. Like nothing ever happened. We were happy. But he soon started up the game again. He wasn’t there when I needed him, despite his constant reassurances that he was. I wasn’t important anymore. I was a mere obligation. I managed to commit every crime in his book. Nothing I did was right. I tried to fix things, he avoided them.
He broke my heart twice.
He wanted to be friends. I wanted to be friends. He wouldn’t talk to me. I would try to talk to him, I’d get nothing. I realized this is not what I deserved. I shouldn’t be sitting around waiting for someone who doesn’t see me like I wanted them to.
He wanted me to move on. I did. I found something that made me happy. I wasn’t crying. I wasn’t hurting. But he brought it full circle to slap me in the face. Suddenly I was the one that was horrible all the time. The one that ignored, the one that treated him like a fool. He finally realized he lost me.
Yelling at me is not going to get me back. Yelling is not going to get me to pine over him. I did what he requested. I am far happier than I was before. I’d never do anything to intentionally hurt him. He assumes I did many things I did not, clearly he did not know me at all.
He won’t break my heart again.
