You are,
At least onscreen,

A woman’s romantic dream:

Handsome, charming,

Not one

For taking yourself

Seriously.

I wonder,

Do you

Play those parts
So well because

They are extensions

Of your true self?

Or are you

Really so good

At playing against

Your type?

I guess

I will never know

For we will never meet,

And even if we did

I am confident

You would not bother

To look beyond

My outer imperfections

To see the genuine

Living, breathing woman

Within;

Such is the way of

The real world,

The world I live in,

Far from the lights

And the glamour

And the manufactured perfection

Of your Hollywood

Existence.