Swift or Shakespeare?
Slow is the quicksand/Poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand.
"The Prophecy" by Taylor Swift
If you expect nothing from somebody, you are never disappointed.
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
Years of love have been forgot in the hatred of a minute.
"To ----" by Edgar Allen Poe
No words appear before me in the aftermath/salt streams out of my eyes and into my ears.
"Bigger Than the Whole Sky" by Taylor Swift
When on my couch I lie/In vacant or in pensive mood/They flash upon that inward eye/Which is the bliss of solitude.
"Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" by William Wordsworth
In black ink my love may still shine bright.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 65
All you’ll ever be is my eternal consolation prize.
"I hate it Here" by Taylor Swift
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood, wondering, fearing.
I’ve already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be.
Slouching Toward Bethlehem by Joan Didion
A feather taken by the wind blowing, I’m afflicted by the not knowing.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare
Nostalgia is a mind’s trick/if I’d been there I’d hate it/it was freezing in the palace.
"I hate it Here" by Taylor Swift
I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone.
"Evermore" by Taylor Swift
Were you writing a book, were you a sleeper-cell spy?
"The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived" by Taylor Swift
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet because I haven’t moved in years.
"The Lakes" by Taylor Swift
Do you miss the rogue who/coaxed you into paradise and left you there?
"Coney Island" by Taylor Swift
Now my eyes leak acid rain on the pillow where you used to lay your head.
"Happiness" by Taylor Swift
And all I loved, I loved alone.
"Alone" by Edgar Allen Poe
The girl on the screen seemed to have a definite knack for controlling her own destiny.
The ‘I Was a Teenage Juvenile Delinquent Rock’N’Roll Horror Beach Party’ Movie Book: A Complete Guide to the Teen Exploitation Film, 1954-1969 by Joan Didion
The music in my heart I bore long after it was heard no more.
"The Solitary Reaper" by William Wordsworth
I had died the tiniest death/I spied the catch in your breath.
"I look in People's Windows" by Taylor Swift
We should meet in another life, we should meet in the air me and you.
"Lesbos" by Sylvia Plath
...Writing letters addressed to the fire.
"Evermore" by Taylor Swift
We tell ourselves stories in order to live.
The White Album by Joan Didion
...While I bathe in cliffside pools with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief.
"The Lakes" by Taylor Swift