Flattered by their gaze
Fueled by a drunken summer daze
You think yourself a wonder
For young men to ponder

You believe yourself unique
The first to ever catch his eye
Love at first sight
More in love with the idea of his adoration than him
He more in love with the thrill of the chase than the catch

The newness of your union fades
And his eyes begin to graze
The adoration that fueled you
Now consumes you

Desperate to be worshiped
You arm your warship
Prepared to take your self-esteem back
He never had it

You try to leave on a whim,
To chase another him
But you’ve become a piece of his pride
A status symbol


He screams in your face
Tells you that you’re nothing
His eyes filled with craze
He pushes you

At the bottom of the stairs
You can still feel the stares
Of the boys you thought adored you
Boys who could have loved you

Were you always meant to be a trophy?
To increase the ego of any man that owned you
He rushes down, to see what he has done.
You feel more shame than pain.

You and he
For the first time see
The flaw in your union
It was merely an illusion

You thought obsession
Desperation
And lust
Were a must

Foolish Girl