When I realized that we were not a Hollywood movie, I stopped fighting for you. We are young but love is too old for our childish desires. You said I was beautiful and I confused that with I love you. Goddamn, that was a fatal mistake. If I learned something from our melodrama, it is that boys do not fall in love with pretty girls but they fall in love with good hearts. Moreover, that is when I realized that we are not a Hollywood movie, when you did not save me from the dragon. You cannot save me without killing me. Hollywood will kiss your lips for the public and leave bruises on your skin behind closed doors. I was too much of a scandal for you to be seen with me. We started as a romantic comedy; flirting with written story lines like those famous actors. Only to end as a tragedy with no successful conclusion.
When I realized that I did not want to fight for you anymore, I thought maybe I loved you for the press… Maybe I loved being on the cover of a gossip magazine… I am shallow; I loved you for the attention.
- The Hollywood Syndrome by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)
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