03/15/21
you are the romeo to my tybalt
for as romeo drove his sword through tybalt's chest, leaving him dripping with crimson,
a sword formed of my deepest desires is the very one which has been driven through my heart
i am vying for your love, a battle in which you have the high ground
and yet you are completely unaware as i clutch my chest and fall
for i find i am choked up by the taste of blood on my tongue
i hold these delicate feelings gentle as a rose, and yet i am still pricked with the pain of my own uncertainty and sorrow
and as blood drips from my fingers i wonder if some roses are better left to wilt
a/n: i wrote this last night at four a.m. lmao. i also told him i like him today and it went pretty well. he said no to me asking him on a date, but he didn't necessarily say he doesn't like me and things aren't weird, so.... holding out hope.
