Ok Im Dead Dont Talk To Me

Ok I’m dead don’t talk to me 😭😭😭😭

Where's the trophy? He just comes runnin' over to me

no more 'he's gonna save' me, no more 'I'm gonna chase him', no more 'the world wants him but will he want me'

now its just, he better walk to the ends of the fucking earth for me, and to me, because I'm the prize

That line clearly indicates she knows he chooses her. Them winning isn't what's important in the context. It's the fact that even though they're winning and a trophy will be presented, he's going to come running over to her

The Tortured Poets Department Prologue

At this hearing I stand before my fellow members of the Tortured Poets Department With a summary of my findings A debrief, a detailed rewinding For the purpose of warning For the sake of reminding

As you might all unfortunately recall I had been struck by a case of a restricted humanity Which explains my plea here today of temporary i n s a n i t y

You see, the pendulum swings Oh, the chaos it brings Leads the caged beast to do the most curious things

Lovers spent years denying what's ill fated Resentment rotting away galaxies we created

Stars placed and glued meticulously by hand next to the ceiling fan

Tried wishing on comets. Tried dimming the shine. Tried to orbit his planet. Some stars never align.

And in one conversation, I tore down the whole sky.

Spring sprung forth with dazzling freedom hues Then a crash from the skylight bursting through Something old, someone hallowed, who told me he could be brand new

And so I was out of the oven and into the microwave Out of the slammer and into a tidal wave How gallant to save the empress from her gilded tower Swinging a sword he could barely lift But loneliness struck at that fateful hour Low hanging fruit on his wine stained lips

He never even scratched the surface of me.

None of them did.

"In summation, it was not a love affair!" I screamed while bringing my fists to my coffee ringed desk It was a mutual manic phase. It was self harm. It was house and then cardiac arrest.

A smirk creeps onto this poet's face Because it's the worst men that I write best.

And so I enter into evidence My tarnished coat of arms My muses, acquired like bruises My talismans and charms The tick, tick, tick of love bombs My veins of pitch black ink

All’s fair in love and poetry

Sincerely, The Chairman of The Tortured Poets Department

YES THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I THOUGHT OF WHEN I HEARD IT

we really went from “i’m fastening myself to you with a stitch” to “so long, london / stitches undone”

This Tweet PERFECTLY articulated my thoughts. Most people don't feel called out by it. Some of the lines are actually pretty funny. If you do, you should maybe... examine your behaviour as a fan? Idk 🤷🏼‍♀️