Pop Star

3/20/24

He hummed a tune by Lou Reed.
I skipped rocks across the sea,
hopped ten-fold and kissed my knee,
dirty from the mud; he baptized me.

I thought I wanted to be a Pop Star,
but what I think isn’t what I mean.
I thought I’d never be yours,
but what I think means nothing to me.

He wore a cowboy hat to hide his hair.
I wondered if he knew
he looked beautiful behind there.
We said vows we’d never regress,
but here I stand alone with a phantom wind
weaving through my hand, reminding me
our promise, from ash to ash; dust to dust.

I thought he wanted a Pop Star,
but what I think isn’t what I mean.
I thought he’d never be mine,
but what I think means nothing to me.

He grabbed my hand and said,
“there isn’t one part of you I don’t need.”
I closed my eyes and forgot about me.
He said, “I want your flaws and tragedy.”
I wonder if he knew, one day, he’d have
an enemy,

cause you can never forget your flaws,
but that’s what makes you beautiful.

We thought we wanted a Pop Star,
but what we think isn’t what we mean.
We thought we’d never be ours,
and what we thought now means nothing,

cause I thought I wanted to be a Pop Star
but I just wanted another hit.