The Star Fucker A short story blog on a faded musician

THE STAR FUCKER:
I watched as he is smirked at
read the posts of terrible comments,
I smile 
everything he tried to do and say to me is now his curse 
as people remark on everything from his personal appearance to 
his lack of fame .
I remember his words to me , " hurry up and get famous so I can associate with you", said so 
causality leaving an invisible burn. 
The comments people make are so funny right to point and true, all he once stood for is 
gone,
he stands a fat old looking bloated fool.

IT'S YOU NOT ME 
​
He said I wasn't good enough,
not pretty enough 
not talented enough 
to make it,
Is that when I started to hate him? 
I think so 
but maybe it was when I learned of 
his mocking me behind my back with 
friends apparently famous enough?
I watched him boast about all his fame
listened to him brag about his money
and reading these posts about him now 
is his karma 
times three.
No one likes him 
No one knows of him
only that he is not good enough,
rich enough
OR
normal looking enough 
all the horrid things he once said to me.
He uses people he calls friends 
erases those who has no use for anymore
and chases after any thing with fame and money.
He is now her dog boy,
to be ridiculed for her need
for
media attention
knowing fully that no one would ever
accept him 
she could control him 
as he is the " star fucker" 
a person who has no real friends.
He tries to come back  to me ?
​yet the third time
complaining all about me 
threatening to leave 
and I laugh at him 
because one day he 
will understand 
what he 
lost 
in 
me.
​I just do not care anymore
I question what I ever did see in him?
He is dirty looking, 
yellow teeth,
foul mouth,
sleeping with one of the 
dirtiest women in the 
country 
his prize
a meth mouth drunkard.
They fit together 
​nicely. 
I am more disgusted 
by my lack of judgement 
​then I am of anything.
I am free
of all that was 
before 
refreshed and 
confident like 
​never before.
It's over 
​finally.