Paparazzi: Love and obsession. Facebook stalk-age. Anxiety to leave the communal space. Jealousy, rage, and the thin line between love and hate. The beauty of a lover can never be recreated outside of the relationship.
Poker Face: The mix of shame and excitement on being attracted to the same sex. "Bluffin" with your "muffin" because you only fall in love with men. Distraction. The need for orgasm. Ultimate power over the situation. Control.
Money Honey: Being your girl is all the money in the world. Of course, actual money would be nice, too.
I Like it Rough: Feeling insecure about your sexuality because you want to have sex more often and rougher than your boyfriend does. Men raised by women and only women. No rage, no play, the same, boring. You want the throw down. You get labeled as a slut. Little does he know you are the best thing, you are "shiny."
Bad Romance: I would rather have your resentment and anger than nothing at all.
Alejandro: Your jealousy makes me sick. Let me be free.
Monster: Your girlfriend tells you she slept with that guy, and he was an asshole. You sleep with him anyway because you are stupid. He totally consumes you, then dumps you on the side of the road. Ultimate pain.
Speechless: Daddy issues. Enough said.
Dance in the Dark: Your boyfriend thinks you're fat. You burn and seethe with rage and self-loathing. You are gorgeous, but he makes you feel like you're nothing. You dance in the dark with your friends. Depression and suicide loom. You hope and work back to self-confidence.
Telephone: I will ignore you because you refused to acknowledge me.
Teeth: There is no man who can equal your power. Torn between feeling wonderful about it, or awful. The overwhelming solitude.
No comments:
Post a Comment