Michael Jackson Imagines

Why It Didn't Work

This chapter is inspired by two Amy Winehouse songs because I love her.

You were packing up all your things at Neverland, it was official, the relationship was dead.

You took a box, and started packing your bras, and clothes that were laying around. Everything from the relationship was in there, everything that he has given you is in the box.

You were relieved because you were always getting into fights with him. He would say you got your way for everything, but today he went off on you, and it was really ugly.

You wanted to get out of Neverland because he made you so angry, and he made you cry. You hated him because he didn't even say goodbye, and you loved him, but it was always a fight, for everything.

"Take the box." Is the last thing you say, as you walk towards the door.

You wanted to let him be reminded of you as much as possible, but you wanted to forget him.

You left the key to the house on the table, and he went on with his day, his life, and you walked out the door.

The sun was setting, as tears fell from your face, but something inside you made you feel okay. You felt like this was something you were going to grow from, and become mature from.

He walks away from the relationship, continuing with his behavior, but you're grown.

The relationship is history, but you will no longer go back to stupid men, always destroying things. No more stressing over them, when you have better things to worry about.

You kept walking out and suddenly you knew that you would move on because in the deep shade your tears dry on their own with the sun shining bright, showing you a pathway to follow, so you could be free of the darkness you were accustomed to.