Dear Trouble,
I might be okay, but I’m not. In a box beneath my head is a letter that you’ve never read. Is it cool that I, your nightmare dressed like a daydream, am starting to think I'll tell the story of us ? I shouldn't be asking myself why. This is the last time. I don't like your tilted stage, your perfect crime, the role you made me play. And when you take you take the very best of me so don't pretend it's such a mystery if I act insane.
Traitors never win.
Here's the truth from my red lips : I've never heard silence quite this loud, it's all too quiet. Better than revenge, the girl in the party dress, fearless, grabbed a pen, wrote you a song. You should have known (and I'd do it over and over and over again, I'm not afraid, I’ll make the moves up as I go).
Horrified looks from everyone in the room. Now I’m hiding in the curtains searching for an empty seat. They say I did something bad, got nothing in my brain. But thinking it through I've never been anywhere cold as you and I feel a responsibility to speak now. I know people throw rocks at what's upstanding and right but out of all the bricks I could build a castle. So I stand up with shaking hands and rosy cheeks. Wanna open your eyes and make you realize.
First chapter. Once upon a time, a few mistakes ago, you told me “you know I haven’t seen you around before”. I struck a match and blew your mind, you told me ’bout your past in the middle of the night. You think it’s funny when I’m mad, I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny, cause everybody loves pretty. What’s past is past, we’re dancing ’round the kitchen in the refrigerator light or right there in the parking lot. That slope is treacherous, strange to think the songs we used to sing, getting lost down a dead-end street.
Maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame. I told myself don’t get attached (don’t you dream impossible things ?) Maybe I was naive, school-girl crush, wonder struck (I can't possibly be that surprised all the time !) and never really had a chance. You asked me to try and stay out of everybody’s way. That should’ve sent me running. I should've seen the signs, slept with one eye open at night. I know I make the same mistakes, I never learn, thinking my wide-eyed gaze can make the bad guys good for a weekend.
But maybe it's you and your dark twisted games. I never saw you coming nor would I have suspected it – you throw your head back laughing like a little kid, why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart ? I almost had a bad feeling.
Had to wake up, smell another mess I didn't plan, fix my heart, put on my make up. One second it was perfect, you said you loved my hair undone, now I don’t feel welcome anymore but… Didn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile ? With a great little story ? You're an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry (you're not sorry, you said sorry just for show, that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to). You said you needed space (what ?) then you come around again, driving to my house when you know you’re ’bout to cry, dark gray, all alone, find yourself at my door and say everything feels better. I lived in your chess game but you changed the rules everyday. The water filled my lungs, I screamed so loud, tied together with a smile that could light up this whole town, but no one heard a thing. I was dying invisible, riding shotgun in the front seat of your getaway car, til you put me down, a crumpled up piece of paper lying off the road on the cold hard ground. I remember it all too well. Burning red, spinning ’round in my head. What do you say when tears are streaming down your face in front of everyone you know ? Oh, what a shame, what a rainy ending. Blue like I’ve never known. Sad, tragic.
Beautiful ?
I honestly believed in you, I got that good girl faith, I was thinking that you could be trusted. But I got smarter. I didn’t know what I would find when I went looking for a reason to your share of secrets, you sick need to give love switching sides, and your wildfire lies and your humiliation. You should have known that word of what you did would get back to me. The unthinkable letdown, the last straw, was that twist of fate, the moment I knew what you put me through !
It was like slow motion : I break down on the kitchen floor. Know something now I didn’t before. Got me feeling like a nothing at all. So low you can’t feel anything now. Trying to figure out what is and isn’t true, no matter what you say. Take a look what you've done, how could you do… this ! All this time ! Did you think I wouldn’t hear ? This is why you can't have nice things. Because you break them like a promise. You’re the wrecking ball. Understand perfectly : you’re the kind of man that makes me sad. Just walk away ! It rains when you’re here and it rains when you’re gone. Makes me run for cover when you walk in, when you're around I’ve got nowhere to go. And I’ve been a lot of lonely places.
Pretends he doesn’t know that he’s the reason why I'm coming off a little shy, but I do. You might think I’m bullet-proof, but I’m not. Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes and words... how little they mean when you’re a little too late. Stupid girl, back up, back up, you don't feel pretty you just feel used. I'm not your typical princess, a new notch in your belt is all. I should've known. I should've known. I’d go back in time and change my own mind. But I can’t. The joke is on me.
No ! Don't blame me.
I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me. He poisoned the well, he had it coming. Therein lies the issue, friends don't try to trick you and mind-twist you ! He was long gone when he was enchanted to meet me. New money, suit and tie, some boys are trying too hard but I guess no amount of expensive stuff gives you dignity. They didn’t teach that in prep school ? So it’s up to me. I hate that because of you I can’t love you and I bet somebody made you cold, but, you had… 1, 2... 3 girls at home ! That’s how you got the girl and that’s how you lost the girl, so why you gotta be so mean and so shady ? And a liar ? And pathetic, chasing down the newest thing ? And mean ? And mean ?
Just… walk away ! Every smile you fake is so condescending. Talk to yourself, talk to the tears, talk to the Man who put you here. And don’t wait for the sky to clear cause everything has changed. I’d like to be my old-self again, but I’m still trying to find it. How do I get it back the way it was before ? All my flowers grew back as thorns, we got bad blood, butterflies turned to dust, problems and I don’t think we can solve ’em.
This ain’t a fairy tale, every man for himself. The old Juliet is dead, I’m not the kind of girl to forever hold your peace anymore. You're just another picture to burn and at least I did one thing right : I passed the pictures around.
All I think about is karma, just wait and see. I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams, keep you second guessing. Reputation precedes, all these things will catch up to you. You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends. People like you (liars, self-indulgent takers and the dirty, dirty cheats of the world) always want back, but I took an ax to a mended fence, I'm shaking my head, locking the gates. Death trap, time won't fly, you'll go back to December, built to fall apart, forever and always paralyzed by it, knee-deep. Call it what you want, a little revenge, this is how the world works. As far as I’m concerned, I’m ready to fly : I took your matches, and I can see you years from now, someday I'll be shining like fireworks over your sad empty town. I’ve got this music in my mind saying it’s gonna be all right to take the road less traveled-by. Any trace of you there in my rearview mirror disappearing now.
But the saddest fear comes creeping in, counting all the nasty scars you made : all love ever does is break and burn and end. Are we out of the woods yet ? I wish I’d never grown up.
Hold on, girl, you’re losing it.
This is me praying : take a deep breath in the mirror, life goes on, don't read the last page. Here's a toast to my real friends, I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you, laughing on a park bench thinking to myself : “Hey, isn't this easy ?” Here’s to my mamma, my excellent father, God smiles on my little brothers… don’t know how long it’s gonna take to feel okay, but I had the best days with you.
Fakers gonna fake, heartbreakers gonna break, this is how the cruel world where everybody stands and keeps scores works, not how the storyline ends. I'm gonna shake it off in the nick of time. Take away the pain. Begin again. I do it all the time. Heartbeat steady, keep your aim locked. September saw a months of tears, but there’s no time for just sitting here. I'll have new Septembers, turn flames to embers.
All I know since hours ago is the trick to holding on was all that letting go. Rudely barging in, I punched a hole in the roof, let the flood pouring down. It felt so good. Everybody needs to hear me out. There’s a silence, there’s my last chance. I owe him nothing.
And then, finally clean, I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative.
The end.
The lyrics aren't mine ( they're all @TaylorSwift 's).
The true story is.
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Hey there! Random Writer Question: How do/would you write fight sequences?
Hey. Fight scenes are quite tricky to write so a few things that help me out are
Research: as weird as it sounds, I try to find scenes from movies or animes that match the scenes I'm writing (for example, war battle, or one on one fight). this helps me work out a rough image in my head.
Music: themed music that matches the vibes helps the imagination. usually, the ones that have a lot of buildup and theatrical themes.
just sitting and imagining: sometimes when I can't work a scene out, I'll place my hands on my eyes and imagine the whole sequence like I'm watching a movie. it often clears things up without the hiccup of writing as you imagine.
Charting (this is for scenes with multiple people): this is like a visual guide if you prefer having a visual image of the scene before writing. I would use a sheet as the ground where they are fighting and mark important places in the setting. Then use anything as my characters(chess pieces, bottle caps, legos). I move them around as the scene progresses, this helps keep me keep track of I have many people fighting or the people fighting are shifting locations.
Reading: it's as simple as it is, pick a book with a fighting sequence and read it. It helps translate the scenes in your head into words.
These are the things I use often when I'm writing fight scenes, and most often they work very very well. I hope this helps you out.
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