A Porn Star

He was easy on the eyes

Light-skinned, muscular & well-toned

He was refined with good manners

The son of a prominent Doctor

Looks can be deceiving though

When someone is two-faced to the core

He would brag to everyone

That he was once a porn star

Living life in the fast lane of Hollywood

The reality and truth was

He could not rise to the occasion

To land a leading role

When they asked hm to jerk off

At his first job interview

He had even haphazardly stitched the label

Porn ?  Star

Onto the leather coat he wore

He was an alcoholic who would stay up late

Sipping spirits every night

Watching porn and jerking off

Hoping his deviant behavior would not wake me

During our time together

I was the sole breadwinner

There was always a reason why

He was not able to hold down a job

From the very moment I met him

I covered the rent, the groceries and bills

While he diddled away his days

Researching about the Illuminati along with

Other prominent conspiracy theories

To everyone who would listen

He touted that Hollywood executives

Had ripped off his script & re-written it

Into the blockbuster film known as 

Enemy of the State

In hindsight I wonder why I stayed so long

When I knew deep down in my heart

That he really didn't love me

My days with him were already numbered

It was difficult to purge myself from him

When I felt loved by his parents

The feeling of acceptance from them

Wasn't one I'd ever experienced as a kid

I am mortified to admit that I sought

The company of emotionally unavailable men

In my quest to hid from the pain of my past

Putting their needs in front of my own

Somehow comfortable in always being last