Attempt at Heartfelt Lyricism

You were always
such an indie jerk, you couldn't admit
you liked my dumb music, though the
insipid lyrics made you smile when you least wanted to.
Your carefully smudged t-shirt
and jeans you insisted weren't skinny
heralded your forced nonchalance,
your grins dwindled into smirks -
I think you used to smile more -
through precisely awkward glasses,
your perfect blend of free trade and hand roasted.
I remember every band you pretended to hate,
everything you smoked,
the calculated way you didn't care.
You were an equation with an unsolved variable,
a high-tier item under a dull recolor,
and other trite, pseudo-intelligent nonsense.
I lived for the days when I peered through your affected disdain
and saw you, for a second,
faint and breathless.





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theflamingorange said...
Oct. 22, 2009 at 9:31 pm
Wow! I really liked this. I get the type of person you mean. I think we have all met someone like that, and also that each of us has been that type of person ourselves at some point.
 
Maddy? This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 24, 2009 at 12:44 am
Reallyreallyreally like this. Beautiful descriptions, silly synonyms : ]
 
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