Section of Dead Times and Poets

taylor's generation

Dear Reader,
I still remember one of the first school dances, dancing to shake it off!
You looked gorgeous and enchanted me! We're perfect lovers!
I knew then that you belong with me.
The first kiss, the first fight, the first broken heart.
It wasn't long before we felt that we'd never ever getting back together again.
Our parents told us:"you need to calm down".
We're fierce and each of us had our own style.
You blamed me and kept yelling at me:"Look What You Made Me Do!"
I started to think I'd bad blood and the worst one of us, was ME!
My friends knew, I was so delicate.
"It'll be all to well" - that's what they kept saying.
But I filled the blank space with alcohol.
Is it over now? I asked myself.
I realised I wasn't the man you needed.
But it was too late. It was a cruel summer. I know.
We grew up and our paths diverged.
I found my new daylight and devoted myself to a career.
I moved to the UK and my friends at the time, used to call me the "London Boy".
It was my wildest dream to show the disbelievers what I could do. I said to them, "Are you ready for it? JUST WATCH!"
But karma was quick to punish me.
The time of the pandemic was very hard.
I managed to survive thanks to "folklore" and "evermore".
That's when I bought my first cardigan, which smelled of lavender haze.
I became a housewife and even managed to plant a few willow trees.
I was in exile but I felt it was happiness.
On Cornelie Street, out of the woods,
I was the 1, on the clifs.
The lake with its cliffs was bigger than the whole sky, it gave me such peace.
'Tis the damn season, when i saw the great war, people were dying and the great american dynasty was collapsing.
Thanks to my getaway car, although there were occasional glitches,
I felt fearless and I could to forget about it all for a moment.
Or so I thought - this is me trying to survive.
Time flew by, but I still felt like I was 22.
I was acting like Mr Perfectly Fine,
but I felt inside like a vigilante shit.
In the midnight rain I came to reckon with the past.
I knew, I did something bad...
But as they say:"no body, no crime".
I thought:"You are on Your Own, Kid".
It hits different now.
I was lying in the middle of the road.
I felt like I was in a labyrinth and the rain turned to red blood.
I knew that my tears ricochet,
felt in my bones, that the end game was comming.
It was the same place, right where you left me.
It was death by a thousand cuts for me again.
I believed in a false god.
Then I heard seven times "soon you'll get better".
World, I forgot you existed, I forgot all about the past.
Forever winter has come (into my heart).
Forever winter into my heart!
Until, until
I met you again at Christmas Tree Farm.
I knew our love story would begin again.
At the closure you said "bye bye baby" to me!
You had just finished your medical studies and I felt that you were the only cure for me.
Everything had changed.
We knew that not only the young have their own afterglow.
And I saw us in mirrorball, how we were dancing with our hands tied.
I knew you were trouble, we had both. We fell in love again...
We were supposed to be the new romantics.
I wish you would be.
But I knew, I had to change the way I loved you and never call you a slut! again.
Now I can see you with my own eyes, because you are mine.
You even told me: " I will forget all off the girls you loved before".
Your electric touch without paper rings, start the story of us fresh.
Our friends keep saing: "It's a sweet nothing", but we knew sparks fly!
"Call it wat you want" - that's what we answer them.
August came, the very first night already, we lived in gold rush and champagne problems.
You finally stayed the night,
"Welcome to New York!" I said. It was a great chance to start a new chapter together.
So long, London...
I keep coming back to you,
I keep coming back to December when I met her again.
Finally, we were happy.
I realised that I wasn't a prince on a white horse, but she preffered badly a cowboy, a cowboy like me,
and that was enough for her.
The Archer knew who to hit to rekindle the feelings.
From now on, we were Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince (with a new prince, a prince who is not a heartbreaker).

This is my long story short inspired by TS.