True Love
I used to think that you were my Edward Cullen,
My Alexander Sterling.
But now I see that you're a Jacob Black,
A Jagger Maxwell,
And that your going nowhere fast.
I can't believe that I let you lead me so far astray,
Astray from the true course in my life.
Is there any part of me left unbroken?
Is she absolutely necessary to your survival?
Can't you see that I'm just as good for you as she is?
Or are you too blind?
Copyright © Maceyn Alexandria | Year Posted 2009
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