Don't Wanna Be Your Girl
You've called. Sent me letters. Begged me back. Explained how stars have decided our lives are meant to be intertwined.
But I don't want to be your girl no more.
Go home, sweetheart. Take a deep breath and take care of yourself and move on. You can't take care of me like you say you can.
Yes, I got all the pictures of us you sent. Sure, they're cute and you're still sweet but we no longer exist so it doesn't matter.
I've shoved the memory of you in a box in my closet. I can hear your tiny hands pounding on the lid to get out.
I'd love to give you a piece of my mind sometimes and shout all my hurt at you and pierce you with all the flaming arrows you slowly slid into my heart like I was some pincushion.
But I just turn up the music and shift to the other side of my bed.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (2 so far!)
Part of me wants to turn this story more literal... :)
- #2221 Posted 1 year ago
I give you full license to do so if you so desire haha
- #2232 Posted 1 year ago
Pick a song. Can be one you like or just be a song at random.
Either while listening or after listening write whatever scene plays out in your head while that music is playing in the background.
Include the name of the song in the story title if you can.
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