𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 ( 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
prompts from All Too Well ( 10 minute version ) ( Taylor’s Version )
**some verbs / sentence structure is changed to make it more rp friendly**
feel free to adjust whatever you like.
i walked through the door with you.
something about this feels like home somehow.
i left my scarf at your sister’s house.
you’ve still got it in your drawer?
i can picture it after all these days.
the magic’s not here no more.
i might be okay, but i’m not fine at all.
you almost ran the red ‘cause you’re looking over at me.
i remember it all too well.
your cheeks are turning red.
you used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-sized bed?
your mother’s telling stories about you on the tee-ball team.
you’re tossing me the car keys?
we’re always skipping town.
i was thinking on the drive down…
he’s gonna say it’s love.
you never called it what it was.
check the pulse and come back.
you’re swearing it’s the same.
you wondered where it went.
you held my lifeless frame.
there’s nothing else i can do.
i forgot about you long enough to forget why i needed to.
here we are again in the middle of the night.
we’re dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light.
you kept me like a secret but i kept you like an oath.
we swore to remember it all too well.
well, maybe we got lost in translation.
maybe i asked for too much.
maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up.
you called me up again just to break me like a promise?
so casually cruel in the name of being honest.
i’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here.
they say all’s well that ends well….
i’m in a new hell every time you double-cross my mind.
you said if we had been closer in age maybe it would have been fine.
that made me want to die.
the idea you had of me, who was she?
i’m not weeping in a party bathroom.
some actress asked me what happened, you, that’s what happened, you.
you charmed my dad with self-effacing jokes.
you’re sipping coffee like you’re on a late night show.
he watched me watch the front door all night, willing you to come.
it’s supposed to be fun turning twenty-one.
it’s like i’m paralyzed by it.
i’d like to be my old self again, but i’m still trying to find it.
plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own…
you mail backed back my things.
you kept my old scarf from that very first week?
it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me.
you lost the one real thing you’ve ever known.
i was never good at telling jokes.
i’ll get older, but your lovers stay my age.
your brooklyn broke my skin and bones.
i’m a soldier who’s returning half her weight.
did the twin flame bruise paint you blue?
just between us, did the love affair maim you too?
this city is barren cold.
i still remember the first fall of snow and how it glistened as it fell.
