Soho Romance

dedicated to [insert name here]

The true romantics of our generation 

These soho East London boys who beg for female attention 

They’re all creatives 

They’re all artists

You’ve met him on Hinge

Because Tinder is overrated


They all speak in the same cadence

When they speak their poetic thoughts but stop- mid sentence 

To force depth into something superficial like the colour of your eyes

They’ll pick up their vintage guitars

And make you their knowing muse

There’s nothing mysterious about them

They want you to know they’re creatives too


Egos at a high

They think they’re better than you

Because they invest in raw denim 

Because they are men in margiela

Because they love the roses and all their fool’s gold

Because they can string together a verse and a chorus 

About a girl with a name that’s unique but not important 


Because they listen- the bare minimum but you’ll never tell them

They only listen so they can put depth into their superficial opinions 

They only listen so they can put meaning into their empty lyrics

So when they string together the verse and chorus they don’t get lost in the repetition


It’s was once Mia, now it’s Violet, don’t forget about Jessie

She was the one with the green eyes

Who pointed out planes as they flew in the sky


You stole her lines about how they represented something greater in our lives

You used her till you dumped her because you weren’t on the same wavelength 

You were a creative and she worked the dreaded 9-5

You gave her a kiss goodbye and told her she changed your life


Those god awful soho east London boys

And we’ll excuse them because they’re pretty and at least they pretend to listen





 

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