Like a Taylor Swift Song

salt my wounds to

taste

all is fair in love and war

crimes

if I'm being honest

ego

is my only

hard line

you see

it's four o'clock

and my hourglass

figure

is

ticking

you turned me into a time

bomb

got my wounds still

itching

we could chicken and

egg

the emotional damage

all day

but what's left to show

you're still a pretty good

lay

I've got to fake this

emotional

nonchalance

this

relationship

reconnaissance

if I learn too much you’ll

remove me from the garden

ask for your rib back

Genesis

well there's a particular fear

that causes the

snake

to strike

and I'm a butcher

bird

baby

call me a

shrike

your first serving helping

saved up for later

all these broads

are palate cleansers

bring on the

savoir-faire

because I must internalize my misery

the sadness

you drill

into me

the halo of shame

you

bought

and then charged

to me

the gas lights

start to burn

you see

each perfume

the pilot light

and if my wings weren’t

clipped maybe I’d be less

fight

more

flight

got the red flags flying

with the blood that you've

drawn

and it's raining down

metaphor

like a Taylor

Swift

song