• [b]love


    love.
    you feel your falling
    spinning
    wheeling
    head over heals

    you look into clear glass pools, and feal yourself floating.
    you think to yourself,
    "do i deserve this yet?"
    all your thoughts bent on her.

    feel your firm grip, in her soft hand,
    so soft.
    so warm
    and so full of life.

    your not afraid to die.
    your afraid of her dying
    and what that hole will do you you when she is gone.

    a warm blowing ember, calming all the terrors
    attacks
    hellish thoughts
    and how sweet it is.

    when you look in her eyes, you feel stronger, yet powerless
    braver, yet cowardly.
    when the kiss comes, you forget evrything else,
    and then?

    you start to breath, only for her.


    "a scisiors. cutting away at all the threads that hold me together.
    my pack, bella, my loyalties. snip, snip snip. in its place, one glowing thread.
    not a thread, but a million steel cables, all binding me to that one thing.
    renesmee."

    Jacob Black