The Nice Girl

I’m the Tori Amos to your Taylor Swift,

Luna Lovegood to your Cho Chang;

Picasso to your Monet,

Edgar Allan Poe to your William Shakespeare;

Addams Family to your Brady Bunch,

Tegan and Sara to your Mary Kate and Ashley.

But one thing for sure is this : I am human, flesh, bones, organs, veins, arteries, and blood.

And just like you, I would die, rot, and become dust.

So don’t treat me like I am nothing, don’t use me for your whims.

You have always viewed me as the “nice girl”

And you were, are, and will always be….

MISTAKEN.

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Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

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