I Want To Date A Hipster Boy

I want to date a hipster boy

Who takes me to underground cafes  

Educates me on music I’ve never heard of

Who plays at least three instruments

One of them made out of repurposed oak

I want to share kale salads and art cinema

With a guy

Who whispers secrets through his kisses

Measures love in instagrams

Takes me sailing past the mainstream

A sweater collared shirt combo

Who likes his glasses and polaroids in thick frame

I’m looking for someone who listens to the same spoken word as me

Who can write ballads on his harmonica

And love me

Because it will never be cool

I want to date leftover scruff

And irony under eyelids

The only thing skinnier than his lattes are his jeans

You see I’m trying to typecast my lovelife

Make a role for someone to fill

When really I’m just trying to replace you

Stuff the void with a similar vibe

But the truth is you weren’t really a hipster

You were not an archetype

A cliche or fantasy

You were a person

My person

But ever since we connected every call I’ve received sounds foggy

The words slurred

As if every conversation is a drunken mistake

I wonder if you are searching for me

Trying to find a poet girl

Who wears flowers in her hair

And her heart on her sleeve?

Does she sell her life story

trade her flesh for lines?

Maybe you’re looking for someone different

Prescribing yourself a new chaos

Because you’d rather drink wine than arsenic

I know that I shouldn’t be chasing your eyes on different faces

But you are the blueprint for my love, my dear

The only foundation I have to construct a relationship

So I’m going to keep using it

Even though it only let ours fall down.