I Can't Deny My Feelings For You~

I wanted you to know my side of

This damned situation, and

You can't even look at me without being sickened,

Not that I don't understand

~

But, believe me, when I say that

It's hard to see you every night, as you walk from

One place to the next

And to see you smile a smile that lights up the entire

Boulevard, and know that it's not

For me

~

Please understand that I did what I did for you

Not for my loyalties and all that shit

But for my heart, or what's left of

It

~

You are the only one who will ever make me see my full

Potential in life, and the only one

Who makes me feel worthy enough to be allowed

To touch your soft features

~

And yes. I am the Prince of all that's corrupt and evil,

And you, my goddess, are the purest thing I have ever seen

I realize that, but please

Give me a second try at fate,

And I'll show it exactly what I feel about it

~

I never beg, have never wanted to, but I will now.

When I saw how you looked at me,

I died one more time.

I prayed with all the good that remains inside this stupid shell,

That you'd forgive me. But then again,

Who would listen to me?

~

Hear me out, if not in my voice and my presence, but by words.

The lingering touch from your mind to mine makes me go insane

At night, when I dream of your ethereal face

And even when I close my eyes, while I'm

Wide awake

I see you

~

I can't write to save my life, and I'm sure this bull will make

You despise me all the more, and

I will never be the sensitive man you want me to be,

But I can change, and

I *have* changed for you

~

So please... one more chance for the man

With no more chances?

Please... Serena?

~*~

With a disgusted growl, Stanton ripped up the poem into shreds. What was he thinking? Serena was intelligent and cultured, and knew what poetry was. This... crap wasn't even worth lining her raccoon's litter box with. Glancing one last time at his scribbled mess, Stanton threw the pieces into the fire and watched as it shriveled up into ashes.

' At least now I have something to compare my heart with...'

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A/N: Ah... poor Stanton. Anyways, I did write that poem from scratch, and I know it's really lame, but at least it has a little relevance. If you were wondering why the stanzas were separated so strangely, it's due to my word processor, and its difficulty in working on FF.net. Please review and let me know how you thought this was! ^__^ Arigato!