Welcome to The Tortured Poets Department. 


My name is Bree-Ann Gittens and I'm author of this tortured Poets Department. A place for all taking lessons in reflect through personal journeys and the love of Taylor Swift. 


This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter is closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it written by Taylor Swift. 



The Tortured Poets Department feels like a real place and we are all authors of our own stories. The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift got me in my feelings. The time has come for you to get personal with your personal life. We're going to take a deep dive into our private lives. Swift shares her experiences in every lyric and her heart with her listeners. During her private personal journey two years ago, she wrote this music. There is inspiration in her words and the mood and vibe of album. Our lives have their own Tortured Poets Department. Being a woman with a personal life isn't easy. All of us have experienced some form of torture in our lives. It can come from growing up, relationships, school, work, mental health, being stuck in everyday life, social media, adulthood and losing someone. Growing up and experiencing things sometimes involves The Tortured Poets Department. All of us have been tortured poets at some point or another in our lives. Tortured poets who have written or spoken their truth have been healed. Taylor Swift confirmed she's healed from her past experiences. The past two years have passed and now you have your own life. You are a poet in your life and the department is personal to you.



Taking notes from The Tortured Poets Department



Call out people from your past 


Use your voice to express how you feel


Move on from a boy that hurt you in the past 


Growing up is a process 


People are going talk about you 


We all look through people's window 


Losing yourself through the cracks 


Letting go of the relationship turmoil 


Reflecting on a painful personal moment 


 Refine maturity


 Convincing yourself to reject others


Boys do threw up things


Good days do not make futures

 
Your life can be an artic


So long to an experience that is over 


The results can be heartbreaking 


People are not who they say they are


I did love or like you but it is done now


We all know a few men who are the smallest men who ever lived 


Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me doesn't matter


The truth is "I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)


The question is How Did It End?


We know their Guilty as Sin.


I Can Live With a Broken Hear 


It's so okay to take a trip back to high school with some nostalgia