Sylvie Hill

DOWNRIGHT MY’IRONIC

I thought it was funny how I taught you to talk like the other guy.
I said “you’re too nice” and helped you talk like the other guy.
You nailed it. Talking like the other guy.
I was loving it. You talking like the other guy.
You got asshole and mean-like just like the other guy!
You were going like the other guy, it was out of sight!
But it got creepy as fuck, and we were starting to fight.
So I said: “I miss the Nice You,” stop being the other guy.
But, you didn’t stop acting like the other guy.

In my fervour and passion for my liking you more when you pretended you were the other guy
I shut it all down saying I wasn’t into sleeping around and nothing was going to happen so why
even BOTHER
going on chatting as you, and me or as the other guy?

To that you said:

“Well, we have nothing more to talk about.” Point blank. Crisp. Concise. Like the other guy.

As which guy?! I panicked: “Are you serious?!!” I never heard from him again.

I’m sure there is a girl friend out there who would tell me:
“You hurt his feelings saying you liked him better when he was the ‘other guy’!!”
I laugh in my pants, a bit juvenile …
Then I rise up saying “If that guy only wanted to be the other guy to get into me,
Why should I cry?”
Or care. Fair’s fair.
Doesn’t he know I like him better now for even trying on trying to be the other guy?
The other guy is NOT nice. Both are near 45.
But this guy lied, where the other guy protects me from the sidelines.
But this guy is eight years running by my side.
Until, that is, I made him act like the other guy.
Now, I have nothing. Neither guy.
No one by side, just those wanting to fit inside.

I wish you’d write. Ask “how goes” and talk like you were ‘my’ guy.
No guy is ever my guy, I keep them safely on the outside.
I interact with them always as “fake guys” guarding my tender insides.
There was one guy I flew to. We capsized.
All because his “real” wasn’t my “imagined.”
There went our piece of mind.

I thought it was funny how I taught you to talk like the other guy.
I said “you’re too nice” and helped you talk like the other guy.
You had a mouth full of attitude, going full ‘other guy’ on automatic.
I pushed you further to feel him closer. This is my game:
Downright my’ironic.

Sylvie Hill