Rockstar

She treats you like a rockstar

She caters to your every need

Doting and praising you constantly

Taking sexy pictures of you

To show off to her friends and family

So they can see and admire

The prize she views you as.

“She what I caught? See who my boyfriend is?”

Her soul seemingly shouts

As she constantly gazes at you with adoration

And that feels so much like love when you are lonely,

But that ain't love, that is her ego feeding your ego

She is in love with the idea of who you are

Young, very good-looking, talented and successful

But she doesn't love the blood and flesh man you really are

The man who needs softness, warmth, kindness and understanding

You’ve been so disappointed and hurt by life and love and abandonment

Sometimes you don't even know who you are anymore.

But you know you can count on her adoration and worship

No matter what

You have made her dependent on you

So she can never leave

And there is security in that.

But she only idolizes you, and she will

Do anything and give up everything just to be with you

And that makes it easy for you to not

Take ownership of your own weaknesses and healing

Because, by God, she will and did

Abandon her husband, family and children

To be with you

And for the moment, that feels really special and good

It kind of feels like love

That she wants

To wait on you.

To brag about you.

To make you her entire world.

And you learn to take advantage of it

And you manipulate her

(even if you don’t mean to)

She doesn’t even realize you are not being nice.

When your teasing and joking sting her more than a little

This is not affection or love, even though you try to make it seem that way

It is the truth coming out

The slight mocking of what you see as inferior intelligence

What you see as emotional immaturity

Yet even though the asides and insinuations hurt her,

She ignores it; pretending it is affection and it is your way of showing love

Her ego demands she view it this way

Accepting the truth would hurt too much

And you know you are not being truthful

Guilt sometimes overwhelms you

That she cannot adore you enough to make you love her.

It can feel like love, but it is not

It is a hollow and empty vessel

Leaving you to hunger for realness

She only feeds your ego

She’s unable to nurture your soul.

She treats you like a rockstar

She caters to your every need

Doting and praising you constantly

That ain't love, baby

That ain't love.

- Julie O'Hara

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