I remember how much
You adored your favorite
Movie star.
I remember how
You lit up
Whenever we went
To watch one of her
Movies.
I remember the greasy popcorn,
The 60 oz sodas we'd share,
How we held hands
And kissed when the film started.
How you told me,
"Hey Alex.
One day I'll be a star like her"
And how I genuinely saw
That you can very easily become
Just like her.
But then I found out who that star was,
And I started to realize that
You were turning your personalities into façades,
Your concerns about my struggles with
Faint, vague, socially acceptable concerns.
I saw that you were always about you,
And how your rise to stardom will
Push you right into the limelight
In front of millions,
Yet you could not hear the concerns
Of your then number one fan.
