Forgiving our trespasses

It still hurts.

You yelling at me backstage, because I upstaged you.

You humiliating me in front of others when you were drunk. Putting me down.

I forgave you long ago. But I still had dreams. Dreams of you flying on a star and me down on the ground.

It took me a long time to find my own star.

I am sorry, I apologize for the words I tossed your way recently.

I just wanted you to feel the same hurt, I felt all those years ago, when you moved back to town and never even called me. As if I never existed. I was no longer part of your world of self-adoration.

You just couldn’t have anyone around you that wasn’t a member of your fan club.


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