I was selfish, but at the time it felt essential
I approached him with the desire
Of stealing his kindness and care
Because I never had enough love prior.

I was drunk on his attention, almost addicted.
When I was with him, all eyes were on me
I was the most beautiful dancer, a star,
The most satisfied I could possibly be.

Filled with infatuation and love,
He saw me with rose-tinted eyes
ignoring my issues and flaws
because I comforted him when he cried.

He simply loved the idea of me
And with all the adoring words he spoke,
The more pitiful it would be 
When his carefully bandaged heart broke

I showered him with love and desire
with a coy kiss and a sweet embrace,
but even I knew from deep inside
That his obsessive love was misplaced

He never loved my soul, my essence
The words we told each other
Were lies and not to our true selves
Perhaps we were never truly lovers

Even when he begged me to stay,
I gathered myself and prepared him for our end.
He pleaded with me never to leave him,
But my own soul I had to mend.