Taylor Swift Had Nothing Of Value To Say To “British Vogue,” So She Wrote A Poem

May The Muses Have Mercy, Taylor Swift Is A Poet Now featureSome say music is poetry in motion. If that’s the case, Taylor Swift’s latest creative project is her usual work at a stop sign. As part of her January cover story for British Vogue, Taylor published a poem with the UK fashion publication. The verse reads like one of her songs, as it opens with lines about letting go of “the ones who hurt you.”

Instead of being targeted at a single ex-boyfriend, however, the poem reads like it’s about every person who’s ever done her wrong. Lines about poisons and cures, phone numbers memorized and ignored and a “lustrous net” may come off as sickeningly flowery, but are appropriate as the poem ends with a rosy image springing from the dirt of pain.

In the last line, Taylor reveals what she means in the poem’s title, as she drops some knowledge on what it takes to keep going despite the heartbreak and the haters. Despite her effort to be more emo than Demi Lovato, Taylor ends up coming off more like Lady Gaga after a few glasses of Pinot Grigio.

Read her entire poem below.

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(Photo credit: Taylor Swift Instagram account)

The Trick to Holding On

Let go of the ones who hurt you
Let go of the ones you outgrow
Let go of the words they hurl your way
as you’re walking out the door
The only thing cut and dry
In this hedge-maze life
Is the fact that their words will cut
but your tears will dry

They don’t tell you this when you are young
You can’t hold on to everything
Can’t show up for everyone
You pick your poison
Or your cure
Phone numbers you know by heart
And the ones you don’t answer any more

Hold on to the faint recognition in
the eye of a stranger
As it catches you in its lustrous net
How quickly we become intertwined
How wonderful it is to forget
All the times your intuition failed you
But it hasn’t killed you yet
Hold on to childlike whims and moonlight
swims and your blazing self-respect

And if you drive the roads of this town
Ones you’ve gone down so many times before
Flashback to all the times
Life nearly ran you off the road
But tonight your hand is steady
Suddenly you’ll know
The trick to holding on
Was all that letting go

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