Casting Call

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Anyone who feels they might not every find love might identify with this poem. Its a refection of countless courtships than make you end up right where you began , its about finding love and or letting it find you .

Submitted: August 14, 2012

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To every man I gave my  heart opened it up and read them the part but I guess the role wasn't to their liking , their charm

was especially striking. Every little bit , of their wit lit up & tricked ,my soul for I was previously whole no stitching or fixing

never caught reminiscing of the mistakes I kept inflicting.

 

The stage was my savior though I kept entertaining their bad behavior .With each curtain call , i fell in love with them all

They were my sweet surrender I would fall tender to their touch, feel ,each man was utterly surreal.

I was captivated by their ways their sick warmth & gaze, I became a victim to their lust as soon as I got close they

vanished like dust .

 

Which each ending act I thought I was on the right track I was so close to love I could smell it , but just as fast I would

dwell in it . Each actor gave me a sense of belonging which was truly the one thing I was longing. To feel safe in the sign

of danger , but really they were just disguised no less of a stranger. The only thing i could actually assemble was the amount of

happiness I felt flowing through my temples , for a split second I felt relieved that he could be my charming man indeed . 

 

It gave me a high like no other to be loved and wanted by another , but  like every show the play must come to an end no stops ,

rehearsal or sends . In each performance that was given , it never changes that's how it was always written .

It didn't matter that I was his number one fan , I'm left broken by every leading man .

 


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