Taylor Swift lyric - inspired poetry

About feeling ‘comfortable’ with drama in younger relationships

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I don’t wanna be a cardigan

I wanna be a dress

Celebrated for immaturity

Proving me wrong as I regress

I want to be the voice that screams to you in a crowd

The only one you notice

Tattoo ink that glistens

As passion is your vow.

I wanna be the touch less

The dream worthy

The one you touch yourself to

The shouting and the passion

Up against the wall for a nice hot screw

I wanna be the one that you go to to heal the pain

The one you forget a connection with

Until you come again

I don’t want to be the loser

That you walk with

Just our faux expansive, safe

You store your thoughts within me

A world of textures, that only your fingers can invade

You put your finger in the honey pot

And I’m supposed to keep saying wow

You dipped me in sugar and sucked on me

But sweet sustenance, wasn’t your final vow

Because you wanted me as a maybe

A story device, the unreality, that moved on your plot

But I never shook your undergrowth

The warm wool arms of safety

Got the pleasure and had your lot

I wasn’t ready to be me

And you didn’t care enough to see it

The vampires came out at night

Gentle laundry detergent

lost as I could never feel it

I wasn’t worthy to you

As I wasn’t the calm,

I thought the storm

was where love came from

Trying to create, a natural explosion

Not a tie from us, an evolutionary simplicity

from a higher power

Growing into the cardigan

I made me the flame you devoured

F ed, not respected

Present, but disconnected

I thought I couldn’t be a legendary favourite

Worn hands on a grandmother’s

antique clock

Spindly hands and cobwebs, now

On stage managed passion

that love forgot

Acceptance and connection

Loving every part

Wrapping and not prodding your skin

Because I acted turned on

by lazy hands prodding me

Couldn’t dare to dream of the cardigan within

I want to be the cardigan

I want to be free

I want to be the cardigan

The cardigan should be me