Golden Boy

Golden Boy

I don’t have space in my heart for the golden boy
Flawless and sparkling, so bright that I can barely see
The sheer magnitude of his presence
Traps me in
Being near him feels like getting close to the sun
Except I’m so much in awe that I can’t even feel myself burning
Bit by bit, parts of myself fall away
As I pour my energy into the golden boy
He takes and takes and takes
And I give and give and give
I think I’m doing the right thing.
I’m being a good friend.
I’m being a good person.
Who am I to say no to the sun?

Once the golden boy has everything he needs from me. He’s gone.
My assistance, my loyalty. It means nothing to the golden boy
The golden boy is really bronze