Monday, 9 March 2015

celluloid

A stupid common man I am.
A beautiful stupid girl you are.
I am no match for you, and I hope, as I have hoped all my life, that you are stupid enough not to understand that.
I am balding, fat and ugly I know.
My life is not celluloid, I know.
but if love is what persists, and if a beautiful story could be written with an ugly face, If that is possible, 40 years from now. 40 years from now, you would hit me for the life we never lived and we could have. for the cancer that would be killing me as I walk down to your house to see you, for not being the guy of your dreams on the outside and for not being the guy you despise on the inside. for the laughs we could have shared, for the dates we could have enjoyed.
I am cursed, as are you.

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