My Lover Left Me

My lover left me all alone,

In the dust,

Left me for the dead,

He has deserted me,

Without him I must choose,

But what is this decision?

Should I blink or let my eyes sting,

Tiny automatic things,

Or so it used to be,

Without I am inconsolable and incomplete,

Twisted with grief,

I am worse than dead,

I am nothing.

~The words ofIsabella Marie after Edward left~