two souls
both alike in dignity
and yet vastly different
in a world that was made to be theirs
but far from where this story takes place
from promises of hatred
to declarations of love
and none that were deserved
because words mean nothing
without pure intention
we built each other
but in doing so
we had the blueprints to break each other apart
the exact weaknesses
pinpoints of where blows would best strike
and we blindly trusted each other
to protect
to care for
to love
but playing pretend works best when young
because the element of imagination
gets lost and forgotten over time
i wish your imagination came back
because if you had just played pretend
and gone along with the life i had planned for us
maybe i wouldn't be stuck here
years later
yet trapped back there
back with you
confined by my memories
the good, bad, and ugly
and yet i cannot call us a tragedy
as a tragedy occurs with a fatal flaw
but yet
you were my fatal flaw
trusting you
was the one thing that brought me down
infiltrated from the inside
like soldiers escaping from a horse
a disaster concealed as a good
and yet i loved you
i loved every aspect of you
your smile
your jokes
how the way you typed suited your mood
maybe you were the influence for my poems
i don't even know myself
but your lasting impact
has left me devastated
and yet
never was a story of more woe
than this of juliet and her romeo
how i wish you were mine.

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Poetrydo pictures paint a thousand words? yes. do i write more than that?? YES. i apologise if you're the inspo for these (i am not sorry.)