Britney
BY Adrian
Britney, I’m sorry.
I built you up on a pedestal.
I gawked at every magazine photo.
I shimmied to every dance hit.
Britney, I’m sorry.
I squealed at every appearance.
I laughed at every executed joke.
I cried at all the right times.
Britney, I’m sorry.
I witnessed the breakdown.
I steered clear of any connection.
I watched the wild nights.
Britney, I’m sorry.
I’m here now.
You’re here now.
Author's Note:
It's a rough draft.
