"No one can rewrite the stars,
How can you say you'll be mine?
Everything keeps us apart
And I'm not the one you are meant to find"
- Rewrite the Stars, Zac Efron × Zendaya
My love for him was dark, dumb, and cheap
Still I am tangled with him in heap
Everyone told me that I am whipped
I was blind and all I can do is weep
Blinded by the care he showed
All the love he bestowed
In my darkest night he glowed
Like a dog to a master I followed
"What did you see in him anyway?"
"He's not good for you."
"Clara, everyone can clearly see that he doesn't care about you or your one sided love for him."
"Are you blind or just plain stupid?"
"He doesn't love you."
Word by word they come
Swirling and swirling on my mind
People asking why I'm so dumb
Dropping vain words like a bomb
Everyone wanted to show they care
Everyone was already aware
The growing obsession that I can't bare
It is until then that life was so unfair
"I love him and he said he loves me."
"No. He cares about me."
"He's just having a hard time showing it."
"Our relationship isn't one sided!"
"We are okay! Everything is okay!"
It was all I could reply
Because darling they don't know
They don't know our story
Our own reality and fantasy
They don't know about us
Or the way you cared about me
The way you cuddled with me
They don't know about us
"You wrote that poem for us?", turning around I saw Ryder leaning against the door in my room.
Feeling shy, I immediately blushed and hide my own notebook.
"How long have you been in here?", I asked.
"Hm. The moment you recite those words. I was on time, really.", he smiled while walking towards me.
Ryder and me was a whole lot opposite in many levels. He was rich, hot, but rebel. He hardly expresses his feelings to someone. He could've many gorgeous girls with him but he chose me instead.
"Stand up.", he said.
Feeling confused I stand up leaving the chair from my study table. Ryder immediately replaced me from the seat and then he patted his lap.
"Come here.", he commanded.
Feeling embarrassed, I stood still trying to process his words. I mean he was my boyfriend but being close to him made me wanna lose my senses and just wanna breathe his scent.
"I'm waiting.", he repeated, tapping his hand on the study table.
Slowly, I sat on his lap. My face must be so red right now.
He wraps his strong arms on my waist and held me up in place. In between his legs, my back facing him. I could definitely feel his breathe in my neck making goosebumps travel in my body.
I swallowed when one of his arms was slowly making small circles on my hips. Even though I was wearing clothes, the fire in his touch can still make me burn. Still wanna submit on his fiery touch.
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Melody Of Words
Poetry"My love for you is like a poem. Deep, aesthetic, and surreal. It's like diving through the depths of the oceans and flying so high and marvelous towards the whole universe." - a compilation of different short stories with random genres mixed with p...
