Dear Romeo,
You assume I find you wonderful
Eyes blue as the ocean
Yet you see red, you're a bull
Dear Romeo,
Our kisses tasted foul
Something never seemed correct
I'm throwing in the towel
Dear Romeo,
Our love wasn't meant to be, don't you see?
Our fates did not collide
I'm not who you want me to be
So as the bells ring
I shall open the vial, my life at its end
A drop of poison for me
No, I will not pretend
A life with you, Dear Romeo
Is a life I do not want
And if I cannot decide for myself
My spirit , it may haunt
Do not weep
I do not want your deep sorrow
Because, Dear Romeo, we know
You'll find another woman tomorrow
YOU ARE READING
phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
