Call Me T-Swift

They call me the Taylor Swift of slam poetry

Like they know of every inkling in my writing

That I manufacture made-up manuscripts

Written for me by someone else

Because to them each word is a catchy line from the underworld that is pop radio

They begin to shed tears as it infects the veins in their hands

Turning bloodlines to map patterns

With blood racing with the roof down belting out Our Song

Until their fingers grip pens like a constant snap

Making rough love with old notebook paper

That still has its edges

And they find themselves trying to write like me

Steal the synergy

Of my cute and free soliloquoy

About the boys who’ve wronged me

They’re only pissed because it’s so damn catchy

Clinging to the hemangeomas of their peeling poems

Because I seem too mainstream

Too big of a dream

An underlying scheme

Because they try to find something fake about me

But themselves is the only fake they see

Everything big and fake like the 80’s

You can hide behind your Dolly Parton’s ladies

But I am as real as teardrops on my guitar

I am as real as a Red kind of love

I am as real as a state of grace

I am as real as three chords and the truth

World changing

So call me Taylor Swift

Don’t care if you think that shit fits

Cause much like your muffin top jeans

I am overflowing

With success you’ve never met

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean

So we are never getting back together like ever

Hide behind your coat, I’ll brave the stormy weather

Because I could go bowling for broken hearts

And strike

Because I knew he was trouble

He said forever and always

He was treacherous

And he turned my world sideways

It’s not wrong to write about love

Over and over again

When your heart’s still getting new stitches

Embracing what it sees in mirror each day

Someone else needs to know that I feel that way

Don’t let yourself hate

Just because everyone relates to a broken heart

Even you

So mad props T-swift

No matter how many guys you’ve been with

You always get back up

Show the world your scars like tattoos

And you’re not so bad off

Kissed a Kennedy and John Mayer

Wrote a song about ‘em later

Each time a heart breaks

I’ll use the Taylor Swift intake

Take memories to notebook lines

Make him he wish he didn’t screw up this time

Because when he hears this rhyme

He’ll know his name was on my mind

and he’ll watch me making my own life

 wish he’d been a love song instead

I’ll always write what’s in my head

Because I’m real like a broken heart

And you’re real like lies about how you don’t know every part

Because you sing along whether you want to or not

Because you know what it’s like when love’s got you strung up and shot

So call me T-swift

I’ll write your heartbreak

And let you hate on me

For saying what you can’t say***