Love ridden --- Fiona Apple

Love ridden
I looked at you with the focus
I gave to my birthday candles
I wished on the lidded blue flames
Under your brow
And baby I wished for you

Amelia sat huddled on her bed writing in her diary. She couldn't cry anymore. The tears wouldn't come because she'd shed them all that night. "I won't cry anymore over him," she wrote in her diary, "He doesn't want me, then fine. I'll get over him. His loss entirely." She closed her diary and climbed off her bed, stuffing the book into the drawer of her night table.

She shed her clothing, going into the bath to clean up and start a new day.

Nobody sees when you're lying in your bed
And I wanna craw in with you
But I cry instead, I want your warm
But it will only make me colder
When it's over
So I can't tonight, baby

The bath was anything but small. Hot water was piped in and it gushed up from the fountain on one side of the bath, being sucked down a drain for filtering and reuse on the other side. Amelia dunked her hair under the water, pushing water across her face. She would wash him off like yesterday's dirt. Wash him off like last nights tears.

No not baby anymore, if I need you
I'll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek for now on,
And in a little while we'll only have to wave

Amelia soaped herself over several times before finally rinsing off completely and swimming toward the stairs. With resolution, she walked up the stone steps, their rough surface an easy grip even wet. Water dripped from her body quickly, though drops here and there took their time. Taking a towel from the shelf, she pulled it around her body, tucking it in and tying her hair in another.

My hands wanna hold you down
No more, the path is clear to follow through,
I stood too long in the way of the door
And I've given up on you

Amelia looked through her wardrobe and ended up asking a servant for some different clothing. She stepped out of her apartment wearing leggings that clung to her shapely legs, making her look taller, the heeled books that reached up to her mid calves helped as well, even if they weren't very tall they added two inches to her height.

Her shirt hung down to her hips and was held against her torso by a tightly laced vest. The neck of the shirt was of a large collar spread out along her shoulders, dipping down in a 'v' at her front, showing skin. The sleeves weren't loose but they weren't skin tight, reaching down to her wrists. Amelia smiled to herself, she'd make Zelgadis wish he hadn't said what he did last night. She was a princess and could have anyone she chose to. She'd chosen him and he'd turned her down. Her eyes narrowed and fangs showed in her smile, Amelia would just let him realize on his own what a catch he'd tossed back.

No not baby anymore
If I need you, I'll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on,
And in a little while, we'll only have to wave