At first, shoulders were tensed,
My shoulders, that is.
At first, palms were sweaty,
Feeling my hand laced through his.
At first, feet stumbled and tripped over one another.
At first, lips were trembling,
Arms were shaking,
Legs were weakening,
And I melted like butter.
I melted like butter into his arms,
And into his lips.
He was as cold as snow,
But I still managed to melt.
His icy stares seemed to thaw,
And his cold lips seemed to warm.
I was good,
It was DAMN good!
I'm spinning just thinking about it.
We danced all night,
To the soft melodies of a song that wasn't playing.
I floated across the floor,
And he gracefully was gliding beside me.
An elaborate waltz,
A tender kiss,
A murmuring voice,
The soft glow of the candles,
His warm hands.
I love him,
I love him so much it hurts.
I'm like a wallflower to him, though,
It's all about his father's precious business.
If he dated a girl like me,
Rich, and naïve,
Then his family's company,
And my family's company,
Would be joined,
Making us a world power.
Power,
That is all he wants,
Isn't it?
I'm so damn stupid,
But now it's too late,
I've fallen, and all I can do is wish for him to fall for me too.
I hate this tool,
I hate him for making me fall for him,
I hate him for pretending to love me,
I hate him!
I love him!
I hate him!
I love him!
I hate him for making me love him,
I love him for making me hate him!
Make up your freaking mind, Renge!
He's perfect,
But he uses me as a mannequin!
I want to know all about him.
His struggles,
His feelings,
His fears.
I want to know everything.
Me: AWWWW! Poor Renge!! That's really all I have to say.