I feel hesitant of buying Taylor swift merch now,

Because I know that you liked Taylor swift too.

Even though you tore down everything that I liked,

Folklore and evermore being shit shows in your eyes,

You had 1989,

And you were superior.

So I worry that something I buy,

Could be something you’re out there wearing too.

So I look at different artists,

I listen to their music more.

For once I can say “you just wouldn’t get it”

And not be the asshole.

But I wish you hadn’t made it more difficult for me to enjoy this.

I wish I’d never known you,

Because what good have you done?

You liked to say that everything happens for a reason.

I wonder what’s inspired you there.

Because you played me with the intent to hurt me,

And you expect me to believe it’s for the common good?

Was that shitty saying one more underlying thing

To get me to forgive you?

Everyone makes mistakes?

Was it a way for you to justify things?

I was a sweet girl.

You plotted the death of me.

And it’s been six months,

Six months since I last spoke to you,

But it’s hitting me now,

It’s all real now.

I’m not naive anymore.

And my sweetness is reserved.

I’m smarter,

I’m more wary,

And I am anything but healed.

I’m better off without you now,

But I’m worse off that I could’ve been,

Had I first known when to go.