Taylor Swift - Why She Disappeared

When she fell, she fell apart
Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decorated
As a child with sidewalk chalk
When she crashed, her clothes disintegrated and blew away
With the winds that took all of her fair-weather friends

When she looked around, her skin was spattered with ink
Forming the words of a thousand voices
Echoes she heard even in her sleep
Whatever you say, it is not right
Whatever you do, it is not enough
Your kindness is fake
Your pain is manipulative

When she lay there on the ground
She dreamed of time machines and revenge
And a love that was really something
Not just the idea of something

When she finally rose, she rose slowly
Avoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny pennies
Wary of phone calls and promises
Charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemes

When she stood, she stood with a desolate knowingness
Waded out into the dark, wild ocean up to her neck
Bathed in her brokenness
Said a prayer of gratitude for each chink in the armor
She never knew she needed
Standing broad-shouldered next to her
Was a love that was really something
Not just the idea of something

When she turned to go home
She heard the echoes of new words
May your heart remain breakable
But never by the same hand twice
And even louder
Without your past
You could never have arrived-
So wondrously and brutally
By design or some violent, exquisite happenstance
Here

And in the death of her reputation
She felt truly alive