Poetry: Marlon Brando

He had so much love for me

That it often made him crazy

Yelling from the streets

Like Marlon Brando

Shouting, “Stella!”

He had so much love for me

That he wasn’t sure how to suffocate it

Often his mannerisms were crude

Thinking that I owed him

Affection, thinking he were

Marlon Brando and who always

Got the girl

He had so much love for me

That it poisoned him from the inside

Because rejection was seen as disdain

But pity has no place for passion

Nor can a friendship be forced

Into a relationship

Because he wasn’t Marlon Brando

And the script I wrote

Didn’t cast him as the hero

He merely had a supporting role

I didn’t want him at my premiere

Nor did I want him shouting

Beneath my window, “Stella!”

Thinking he were Marlon Brando.

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