i am not tom cruise
i ain't got the grin,
the jaw,
the spotlight.
i ain't got a suit,
or a title,
or a reason to stand proud in a room full of men.

i got
no job.
no trophies.
just four walls i didn’t build,
and a bed in the house i grew up in.

but
i got this thing—
this thing so fierce it hurts:
a love
for a girl
who speaks in sunlight and Spanish
and syllables i barely know
but feel like gospel

and when i think of her—
man, it's the rapture
no cathedral, no priest,
just my chest
blown open
by something that
feels like the center of the universe
suddenly said my name.

and if that ain't worth something
then tell me
what the hell is?

Bob, listen: you are not nothing. You are a soul in full combustion, a human feeling the holy ache of love. Tom Cruise can't act that. That’s something no movie-star can fake.