Mirror Mirror On The Wall

mirror mirror on the wall

I wonder how the butterflies do it do they become someone new after every torturing metamorphosis that gives them wings that shine anew Or do they rue the glitter and turbulence during flying occurs do rivers show them someone else with the bruised heart theirs posses

I could scream till the world’s end about all the lies that they fed warped my mind to see a monster in place of the girl I should’ve fostered Now there she stands with eyes Just as fierce when they caged her I can hold her and touch but never reach the person behind the mirror

I drench in the rain of compliments from people who didn’t know her the rain pricks on my skin like glass needles maybe I’m the one who’s making it harder She didn’t just happen, I know the horrid storm morphed me to her with same eyes, hair and brittle heart stands a girl who hijacked my part

me happily reblogging every smart analysis because i cant make my own:

tiktok swifties are failing to understand the album is literally an anthology of poetry but to music, so it’s meant to be long and slow processing. you’re supposed to sit and meditate on it. you need to think about the lines, think about the authors life, think about your own, then go back to the song with understanding. it’s not an easy breezy album, it’s taylor swifts poetry collection and we’re all supposed to sit on it

OMG! YES! It also reminds me of how in mirrorball she referred to the Lover fest being cancelled as "they called off the circus"

I can't even begin to make an actual inference to the connection except that it feels aligned to that

“Come one come all it’s happening again” reminds me of her quote from the time POTY interview “are you not entertained?”

ttpd has got my creative juices flowing and now instead being a full-time stem girlie for finals i am being tortured poet girlie... god i am failing

in the eye of the tornado it all feels everlasting

swirling winds, endless destruction,red snow

bruised minds and broken hearts

one day, it all ends. everything goes

Another dawn, a dusk bringing home

light pouring into brittle souls and bright eyes

What doesn’t wane in the blistering dark

only shines brighter under golden hues

In an instant we’re bursting in technicolor

those wounds still bleed blue but

the pinks I see heal the stings a smidge

marooned hearts painted a new shade

blinding lights, glistening faces all around

Wherever I wander, I return here

to words that hold my blood, brain and soul

after every guttural cold on barren branches

the colour returns home to the trees

A new bloom, stemming from the pain

my lessons giving birth to newer colours

each a unique crescendo of healing