As I sit alone so silently.
"Good girl." He says on a note
That I'm not even sure he wrote.
"Good girl." He says so fast,
Just like he has in days past.
"Good girl." Instead of bye,
Leaving me alone to cry.
"Good girl" is not "I love you,"
But say that, he'll never do.
"Good girl." For not talking.
"Good girl." For not asking.
"Good girl." He says no more,
For this good girl is out the door.
Recently, she'd grown quieter than usual, visibly and physically absent. Just like every Sunday prior, I showed up and let myself in. After calling her name, I found myself standing in an empty room, devoid of sunshine in a cluttered, disheveled mess. Where on earth was Janie? Beneath a tilted lampshade sat a stack of loose paper. Scribbled haphazardly in black sharpie read:
"sorry i'm not here. can't make it today. i will "
The message ran off the page; I flipped it over in search of the rest. On the lines and in the spaces of the following pages I discovered etchings, scrawled messes
Squeeze your heart to fit in a top.
Walk on needles and don’t dare to trip.
Taste is a luxury, calories are unforgivable.
Those are the basic rules, got them all down?
Pick a face now.
You’re lucky, girls come in two models -
Vixen or virgin.
The measures are fixed, customize the colors,
But not too much.
No warranty, no exchange.
Remember, all women are witches.
It’s still a fact, even if a letter is changed.
The modern witch needs nothing but glamours.
These come prepackaged - beauty in a capsule, youth in a tube.
Running out? Sorry, thanks for playing,
Glamours are the currency for all your trades.
Witches come in two models - sexy or hag.
Let’s see, what am I forgetting?
Be helpful, “no” is the worst insult a person can hear.
Nod. Wave. Laugh at unfunny jokes.
Let others enjoy you.
And didn’t I tell you to smile already?
(THIS IS A MALE DOM STORY)
It was a another hot day in Magnolia town and Natsu was currently walking , in his sandals and usual outfit, towards a certain persons house. He walked in the direction of their house as he thought about how he was going to deal with that certain person. He was determined to get there soon and had a mission in mind.
"She better just wait until I get there... I'm going to teach her where her place is" he thought to himself.
At the same time the beautiful Lucy Heartfilia was in her bedroom, just relaxing and brushing her long blonde hair. She was currently wearing her tight fitting white t-shirt that had a blue cross across it, with short blue shorts and was currently barefoot. She was thinking about how she was going to spend the sunny day, perhaps she`d write some more of her book, or visit one of her friends.
Lucy was taken out of her relaxation by a knock on her door, she went
Dreams of bumping into
Her childhood crush
Right at the perfect moment.
Dressed in red and green,
Underneath those small leaves.
I look back at you
And I see a twinkle in your eye.
The side of my mouth curves slightly
And we both know
What's supposed to happen next.
I close my eyes
And count to three.
Then, I feel your lips on mine.
I kiss you back,
Not caring if Santa sees me being naughty.
I've been a good girl the rest of the year,
Catching your eye from a safe distance.
Now it's Christmas Eve,
A night to be jolly.
I can have some freedom for tonight.
And anyways, it's not my fault
That the berries are even up there.
That shrub is there for the spirit of the holidays.
So Santa, I don't care if you leave me nothing
Underneath that tree tonight.
I don't care if I find coal in my stocking.
I just got what I wanted,
And your elves didn't make an effort for my gift.
So carry on, good man,
And make some more kids happy.