I want to comfort the tortured poet,
help her overcome the pain she’s developed
over the heartbreak and suffering
from all the boys she continues to meet.

I want to roll her out of the department
she seems to return to
time and again
and bring her somewhere new
where she can find a new way to be
a new way with me,
someone who could appreciate her
and not take her for granted,
not fail to adore her
for the tortured poet she is,
love her for the fearless lover,
the one with the midnight reputation,
the 1989 red folklorist.

I want to care
as no one has before.

I want to do all that
and maybe stay in a mansion or two.
I could do that, too.

Taylor, I could be a tortured poet for you.