Paying

Bella Swan got the vegetarian.

I get,

The dark shadow looming,

Death at it's fingertips,

Reaching out over the skies.

A simple little cut

Somewhere close to the heart.

Through it the blood draining

Yet on cold winter nights,

The warmth of it, Sustaining,

All my thoughts.

 Going free hurts worse.

Like salt.

Clinging on is the choice

For life.

While letting it be drained

Out of me.

Choosing the slow death over the swift.

"Bear the pain with a smile.

You didn't let go,

When I did"

Because I couldn't.

"Make mistakes.
But be willing

To pay the price"

Pay it with my life

Is what I do.

It's my mistake.

That invitation.

Over the threshold,

And Into my life.
Bella Swan got the vegetarian.

I didn't.