Writingbolt's Creation

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If you’ll hear me out, I need to Speak Now. I’ve been a Tay Swift fan since 2009. I’ve been amassing fan art of my own creation since then, as well. For a number of years, weeks before every December, I’ve made a special effort to make something for her birthday.

I’m not a typical fan, though. And, after recent relationship news, I’m rather certain my years of being inspired by Tay are over. I just can’t go on with this. She’s made her choice. She got the guy she wanted in that song about her being on the bleachers. She wanted the letterman jacket and the jock boyfriend she didn’t get in school. There he is. And, I’m not okay with it. I endured so many of her relationships. I held onto a foolish hope…a dream. Now, I’m putting it to bed.

Good luck, Tay. And, quite possibly, goodbye. You’re officially a monster in my closet, now.

I’m no longer a Swifty.

So, go ahead and put out thirty more albums before you’re actually at an age when you can talk about eras. Keep using those coded messages with your birthdate and other things; I’m not looking. I’m not chasing any other songs. When you’re on the radio, I’m tuning you out. I’ll leave the building if I have to just to keep calm. I’m not writing more poetry. I’m not going to sneak you into anymore of my stories. I’m not painting more posters. You’ve seen the last birthday present from me. [Actually, you’ve probably seen none of my presents because this place is dead, like MySpace.]

If I can’t be your Capital One, if you can’t give me credit for being someone who thought he was a really good match, I’m a lower-case zero.

But, it’s going to take some time to Shake It Off, this Love Story. I’m turning my Back to December and leaving a Blank Space for some miracle to fill. The only Bad Blood will be between me and those who ridicule me for caring, including my own family. Apparently, my feelings have been Out of Style for some time, and I Need to Calm Down.

Now, if all one of my readers will excuse me, I have to go deal with fifteen years of artwork in storage. I’m just glad I didn’t spring for the Eras Tour package. And, I don’t have to see the Cats movie, anymore. I guess I have to stop enjoying the Lorax animated movie. And, sorry, Chiefs, I can’t be your fan, either. You did this. Have an unhappy Valentine’s Day, courtesy of me. I think I’ll go find John Mayer and Tom Hiddleston…’sympathize with my former enemies…’take up drinking until I can’t see straight.

Sincerely, Writingbolt, a broken heart.