Ben,
Do you remember how we fell in love? I was a girl, you was a man. I was too young to understand. But I said I’ll be loving you a long time, in my fantasy and my daydreams, you’ll always be my baby. Even though you were bad and I told you to beat it, just beat it. But it’s human nature and you wouldn’t leave me alone. I ask why? Why does he do me that way?
I felt that I could make it through the rain, but the beautiful ones – they hurt you every time. Left outside I breakdown. Its steadily breaking me on down. I’m trying to act nonchalant about it, but I’m running around in circles. I want you back! Whose loving you? We belong together! Don’t forget about us!
You’re bringing on the heartbreak. Who is it? It doesn’t seem to matter and it doesn’t seem right, but I wish you well. I am free to fly like a bird. I had a vision of love and you rocked my world and you know you did. It was a thriller. I gave you my all and saw rainbows and butterflies… now there are side effects to the way you make me feel. You’re so cold, a heartbreaker.
I never can say goodbye. No. No. No. I never can say goodbye. I’m a pretty young thing. I don’t wanna cry. For the record, you’re not my honey, but I can’t let go. Will you be there? I’ll be there because I still believe someday you and me will find ourselves in love again. You had your chance, it’s not black and white. You even said, ‘she’s out of my life.’ At one point you didn’t want to keep it in the closet and you’d say, ‘the girl is mine. Billie Jean, she’s dangerous.’
If its over … then I need to migrate. I stay in love. You’re irresistible, my hero, my dreamlover. My loverboy. Miss you! You wanna be startin’ somethin’? I just can’t stop loving you. We can make it happen. I can still be your girl. You’re another part of me. I want you to stay the night and we can shake it off. You’ll be mine again. This is my subtle invitation to touch my body. It would be bliss. I’m so lonely. I feel so alone in love, but you told me once, ‘you are not alone’. Even though I’ve been gone for a minute its wrong, but I admit it, you’re love’s so addictive.
Its like morphine.
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Fine last line--you're showing a real propensity toward the emotionally heavy, powerful single stand alone line as an ending... As with so many of the music driven pieces this week, I'm especially interested in reader knowledge, and the role it plays in the piece. I know Michael Jackson's lines, and don't really know Mariah Carey's (though perhaps they're also not as specific--it's hard to see an equivalent to 'billy jean' in her lines here), and the overall affect is entirely different. One voice is complicated by the memory, the other reads as 'love lyrics' more generally. And I'm sure another reader would have quite the opposite experience. The question becomes, for the writer, does one want to control that? Or just let it happen? I tend toward the second, but to each his or her own.
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