For the Lover with the Rockstar Mind

I became your groupie, ready for any morsel of affection or intimacy.
I waited eagerly for you to deposit anything in between my legs, for those were the moments you pretended to be mine.
I jumped at the moment of sharing your light, even if it meant weakening my own. 
If you were away, I waited for your return. 
Even if your absence would be prolonged.

I became your groupie, listening to your sweet words that held no weight in shallow waters. 
I learned to plead for information like a fanatic. I learned to beg to be included in the backstages of your mind. 

I became your groupie, ready for you to share whatever troubles had already been shared with others.

I was the best groupie but that's all I will ever be. Your number one fan, your number one fool.