The Butterfly Weeds [Taylor Swift Adoption Story]

MONKSHOOD

Monkshood, also known as Wolfsbane, symbolizes nothing good. The flower is quite poisonous and was used by Medea to poison Theseus in Greek mythology. The flower means there is danger lurking ahead. It's associated with chivalry, misanthropy, and a dislike of others.

Seven Weeks Later
October 14th; 2023
Taylor Swift's Point of View
How much can happen over seven weeks? A lot. A lot can happen! Someone can die, you can get shot, a person can fall in love, fall out of love. A new job, get fired, get a pet, star in a movie, buy a house. Literally ANYTHING. You can even find out your teenage daughter is hiding a child! So many possibilities no matter how big or small. What could happen over seven weeks? Everything could happen. But somehow nothing happened. It was mundane. It was the same repeating story. The worst part of this repeating story is Joe. We're losing each other more and more by the day. I think that's what's the most painful. Nothing has happened but Joe and I are still falling apart. I no longer wait for him. When I wake up, I just get up. I have no expectations from him. We don't say good morning. It's just silence. The world's loudest silence. It's starting to feel like he's my roommate. A pretty shitty one too.
I'm sitting over at my piano as I work on a new song. I've mostly been working on the lyrics. I guess you can say this song is what I've been working on for the last seven weeks but it's my job to work on music. Every time I pick up the song I start to get a heart-stopping feeling in my chest. Like I can feel my heart slowing down and I just start to cry. I have to write this song though. I'm not sure why.

You say, "I don't understand" and I say, "I know you don't"
We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't
Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light
Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time
Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?
I'm getting tired even for a phoenix
Always risin' from the ashes
Mendin' all her gashes
You might just have dealt the final blow
Every mornin' I glared at you with storms in my eyes
How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?
I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick
My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

It's been weeks and that's all I have. I don't have a chorus or a bridge which are pretty important. I tap my pen on the piece of paper before throwing it across the room.

"What did I do this time?" Joe sighs. I realize I tossed the pen directly at Joe and it hit his foot.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-I didn't realize you were there. I'm just having a hard time with this song. I'm taking it out on the pen." I apologize to him immediately while avoiding eye contact.

"Want me to look at it? Maybe I can help." Of course. The one time he volunteers to help I don't want him to.

"No, it's okay."

"What's it about?" Stop prying about this I beg.

"All I have are the verses," I tell him. He walks over towards me and I quickly turn the papers over to hide the lyrics.

"What is it?"

"I don't know what you mean." I know what he means.

"You usually beg for me to pay attention to you. I'm paying attention and you want to get rid of me." He points out.

"I just don't want help with the song. I'd love to do something else." I try to explain but Joe doesn't seem to care. He takes the papers from the piano and starts to read them. The lyrics are full of our relationship.

"Joe, stop!" I try to grab the papers back but he refuses to let me have them back. Once he's done he drops them and they slowly fall to the floor of the Cornelia Street townhome.