Or, that tingling sensation of a million tiny pleasant pricks.
I never got to read any of Jay's poems – she had written a few that I never saw before she left, not that I've ever liked poetry, but I would definitely have read her stuff if she had shown me. Also, I never got to write anything about her - but if I could go back in time, I definitely would. Here's what I came up with, off the top of my head; it's a little twisted but at least it rhymes:
...
I'll lock you in the basement, if that's what it takes to keep you here,
You'll eat stale oatmeal, and I'd do all the things that you fear,
No one else is down there, so don't worry about what to wear,
Maybe I'd provide one change of clothes, or else you'd stay bare,
And please change your shampoo; I hate the smell of your hair,
I'd buy you a new bottle, if only I had some change to spare,
This time you're going nowhere,
This time you'll learn how much I really care,
....
I've always wondered what it would be like to do lines one to four, just out of curiosity, not that I'm sociopathic or anything. Like imagine if it wouldn't be considered a crime to lock someone up for fun.
Speaking of people locked in rooms, how was Brie Larson's performance in Room? Pretty good right? Also, on the theme of psychotic behaviour, remember An American Crime starring Ellen Page, where she was locked in the basement by this lady she and her sister were living with? That movie was based on a true story about a woman called Gertrude Baniszewski, which shows just how sick certain minds can be.
Fortunately, we have laws and I'm not psychotic, so line one to four is really a list of things to not do – only the 8th line is (was?) true although except she's got an extreme case of Stockholm's syndrome it's unlikely that she'd reciprocate the feeling. Her hair always smelled heavenly while we were together so line 6 is also not true; I in fact have some change to spare to buy her a bottle of shampoo but the thing is she won't take it from me, she never took anything from me save kisses, hugs and time...a lot of time.
As for line 7, you'd just have to continue reading to find out what happened.
On the subject of things to not do, here are a couple of things one just does not do
Pour milk into a bowl before cereal
Walk into Mordor
Tell a girl that she's fat
Mess up when life gives you a second chance at someone special.
Pour milk into a bowl before cereal
I once caught my elder sister doing this – immediately I gave her that look that says no one else saw you, but please don't do that again. I love my elder sister, but I just can't watch her do that – cereal goes in the bowl before milk, everyone knows that.
Walk into Mordor
There's nothing to explain.
Tell a girl that she's fat
Oh God; this one is not a joke, it doesn't matter who you are, don't do this – even if you're ultra-subtle and are able to adeptly veil it with concern or compliments, don't do it; girlfriend, enemy, friend-with-benefit, sister...don't.
