CURIOUS CASANOVA

 “I have to breakup with you”

Having used the same lines for the third time that year, he left that four-eyed kissing machine all alone in the neighbourhood park.By the way, its only april.

With that cute smile and boyish charms, he walks around school the next day hunting for a fresh piece of meat. By now the word had spread about his recent breakup and how there was an opening for a new girlfriend/ATM/BJ-chick.

Little did he know, his newest target was the queen bee of the most popular bitch-clan in school. 3 out of 5 girls had been dumped by him. So obviously she wasn’t really interested in taming his one-eyed snake. But he was all praises for this dusky hottie.

Seeing the risk involved in approaching her directly, he befriended the fifth pair of b**bs in the group. Piece of cake! A zillion trys involving love notes, chocolates and shy greetings were made. Nothing worked but to everyone’s surprise, he still kept trying.

WHY THOUGH?

EGO? LUST? Or an alien emotion called LOVE?

One fine day, the damsel clearly kicked him in the b*lls and said goodbye – FOREVER!

Oh and by the way, Mr. Casanova believed in “LOVE ONE AND ALL” so was into both Juliet & Romeo  ;-)

Heartbreak was not something he was used to and now the girl he had been running after for the past one year had made a dramatic exit, stage left.

Lost and confused, he was seeing a guy at that time, more like social service...putting his “RAGE” to some use.

Strings of Obsessions followed – tits/no tits, ugly/gorgeous, attainable/unattainable!

Enter Target no.2  -Dusky, thin , attractive. The only difference was that “it” carried a different set of balls  that to at a different place + an addon  ;-)

The dark autumn nights suddenly turned into horny sunny days. they became the best of friends but Target no.2  was really into petite “chicks”

 And not tiny “cocks”. Despite knowing that and the past hovering on his head, he was an emotional fool to have let himself fallen in love with this guy.

The damage was done and the SHIP OF LUST had set sail into the dead sea. Hanging out and meeting each day led to an obsession sooooooo strong that no deed seemed evil.

After months of towering friendship, he took a leap so deep, there was no turning back.

TARGET 2 = DRUNK

PANTS = DOWN

CASANOVA = POSSESSED

WORLD = SHATTERED

The self planted nuclear bomb was enough to trigger an everlasting effect of loneliness and devastation as he left him too.

Two massive blows one after the other, left Casanova broken..... STUCK/BROKEN/DYING.

Despite numerous attempts to revive himself, involving new people and the ones lost along the way, he drags himself down the empty corridors.

Tears each night,

Blood every week,

He cuts himself,

so the wounds,

remind him as to,

whose blood is,

flowing in his veins.