I didn’t know what I was singing up for. Not that it would have changed anything. I’m crazy enough to have married a rock star.
And it’s hard to share.
A humble man, just trying to be a beach bum is forever bombarded with other’s needs.
His success follows him and people expect great things.
And he will give it all.
Now before you think I am selfish- I am not. I am a giver, but I learned to set boundaries because I became depleted before. And so has he.
So I am over protective of him.
And of us.
And of our time.
It took half of my lifespan to get to him. And It’s unknown how much is left.
I have never met anyone that loves everyone the way he does.
Even those that took it all from him, he rarely casts a negative stone.
He is a friend to all and lots consider him their best friend.
Many emulate him.
But he is also just one man.
With six kids who adore him.
A cat he swore he’ d never own that sleeps at his feet.
A Little Gay Dog that prances in love.
And a Goddess, who helped hold his heart.
Most of our days are glorious, but we both carry scars.
And insecurities sometimes get the best of us.
Allowing others to take our joy.
Because they envy what we have.
And think they are on equal footing.
But they are looking at the rock star and not the man.
A distinction few understand.
And while many cling to you as their anything.
You are my everything.