passion to Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet,
only that you didn't kill yourself
and killed me instead.
then, it all went in repeat
having to bring me back to life again,
in the lack of bullet guns,
i longed to die,
you cocked your gun
and shot me twice.
i crawled back at your feet,
begging to die again.
and i died again
by the smile you gave.
-n.d.
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