Now You, Then Me

NOW YOU, THEN ME

So now you know how it really feels,

To be given permission to go off and be free,

To never hear the words ‘God, please don’t leave me.’

Because being possessive and clingy just isn’t PC,

Because to admit this thing and commit to this fling

Just wouldn’t be hip,

Your fangirls and boys wouldn’t tag it as rad

Or comment ‘I dig’

And the reality of our freaky bond

Would no longer be hid.

And if you ever actually did

Let them know

Or even dared to show

Me then it really would defy convention,

And strip away pretensions.

You’d be the hipster outside the box

The One with the really neat fox,

But you don’t believe in it that much,

To go round admitting it and such,

So go ahead and be free,

Chase your own tail and dreams,

And if you ever need me

I’ll be back here in reality.

If you love someone let them go

But what if they don’t though –

Love you?

Does it work then too? Will it work for you?

What’s good for the goose is good for the gander,

So now I’ll make my own propaganda,

And make believe I really am the star,

That you clearly already think that you are.

I must have missed you getting famous

So I must apologise,

I must have missed everyone judging us,

Before my very eyes.

I had forgotten that they mattered, you see,

I had thought that it was just about you and me,

So when you’re alone out there among the masses and life is hard

By all means send me a postcard,

But don’t scribble ‘Wish you were here’s

Because I would have been

If not for your fear

Of chipping your polished veneer

And letting someone real get near

My dear.

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Spy

Some things you just can’t talk about plainly. That’s the beauty of poetry. It’s the world’s most accomplished diplomat.

Spy

Spy

Lie

Try

Die

Cry

It’s not that you didn’t know

That it was all about to go

Global

Show all

Not small

It snowballed

Hit a wall

One last call

Then

We

All

Fall.

What will it take to reveal those words?

Honest cloths polishing turds.

There was never any glamour

You never did clamour

For riches or bitches.

Were your stitches neat?

When you got beat?

Spy, lie, try, die, cry!

Bye.

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