" ah, darling
you forget sometimes.
I am not Juliet,
I am her damnations,
I am her insanities,
I control the darkness
that will touch every inch
of your soul,
and taint it with
black &
black &
black
and sometimes,
when I am Juliet,
I lie. "
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Poetry❝ there was something truly wrong with her heart being so constantly exposed to disapointment. she needed to relearn how to feel again-how to breathe without restraint, how to love without having to think about the falling. because god, the fall did...
