June 2017,

the fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress, until i wrap myself inside your arms i cannot rest

i start digging up the yard for what’s left of me and our little vignette, for whatever poor soul is coming next

broke your jaw once before, spilt your blood upon the floor, you broke my leg in return, so let’s sit back and watch the bed burn

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword, innocence died screaming, honey, ask me i should know

we’ll lay here for years or for hours, thrown here or found, to freeze or to thaw, so long, we’d become the flowers, two corpses we were, two corpses i saw

there is love in your body but you can’t hold it in, it pours from your eyes and spills from your skin, tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks, and the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts

i’d be appalled if i saw you ever try to be a saint

i believe in love and the darker it gets, the more i do

folklore as an old storybook

@taylorswift @taylornation

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