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Tell me, Romeo, why did you love Juliet?
Was it her eyes made of shining sapphires
or the silken waves of her golden crown?

Or better yet, was she only an object you couldn't have?
A blooming rose, covered in poisoned thorns
Promising danger and death with one simple kiss

Why did you let her venom spread through your veins?
A forbidden, poisonous love bringing only destruction
Yet you smiled and watched as it consumed your soul

Was she worth all the pain and the lies?
The broken shards left behind in your foolish escapades
Abandoned for both families to piece back together once more in your wake

Where did it all begin?
Did you start at the beginning
Or were you in the middle before you even knew what was happening?

Your love was doomed from the start
And yet you loved her until your last dying breath
Tell me, Romeo, why did you love Juliet?
 Jun 2017 Jane Marie Cooper
shiv
And when she got cold
her fingers itched for a lighter.
To light every crevice she held ablaze,
to fend the dark away another day.
 Jun 2017 Jane Marie Cooper
Noxx
I feel the world well up in my chest
and the words swell in my throat
and I'm only hoping for the best
amidst the storm on this **** boat
as I throw up emptiness into the ocean
like dry heaving naught but sand
my will is gone and neck is open
I'm giving up on finding land
Alas, my wandering weary traveler
fall not to hopeless woe
for this humble hollower orator
won't let you die alone.
It's been far too long
She came into our lives like a tornado.
She flattens and destroys.
Screaming down the love we give.
Filling the house with noise.

Little cherub face masked with angry rage.
What can I do...is this just a phase?

She calls me mommy and I'm not sure what to say.
Is being her mommy supposed to feel this way?

The days drag on and I can't deny.
My heart isn't in this and I'm not sure why.

I read her a book. I brushed her hair. I held her while she cried, but my mind wasn't there.

I held her hand. I cleaned her face. I showed her a cloud. I taught her about space.

I know what it is...I can finally see...

I'm afraid to love her because...

she doesn't belong to me.
If I ever
Get to meet you
In another life
Or universe
I wish to
Recognize you
At first glance

And if you ever
See me then
Please at least
Give me a chance
To fix
What had gone wrong
In this lifetime
 Jun 2017 Jane Marie Cooper
Cné
Eyes..."the windows of the soul"
revealing all i am and are...
Layers of emotions
that show every battle scar.

With a phrase or harsh action
they may show such grief and pain.
Some often ignore the signs...
and just attack again.

They speak to you, succinctly
and can be an open book
If you would only take the time
to take a deeper look.

They soften when they fall in love
and sharpen to a lie
And tighten when duress is near
and narrow when they spy.

They widen when the wonders
of the world come into sight.
Then close when darkness falls
and just embrace the night.

They flinch when they are startled
and they smile when joy is near.
And lubricate themselves with tears
when losing someone dear.

If you should pay attention
to the billboard of the eyes.
They often tell the truth
and seldom falsely advertise.
If ever you choose to **** yourself
When your head can take no more
Leave the windows open wide
And do not lock the door
So that your death may flee the room
And stain the anguished winds
Let them blow your breath away
And blow away your sins

But have no shame, no sense of guilt
For this thing that you must do
It's better by far to feel no thing
Than to feel nothing but rue
And if you choose to end yourself
Just know that you are right
May you rot inside the earth
As rots away the night
It's okay to **** yourself
on a tight rope
looking down 16 miles.


the wind blows cold,

and the few people on the other building throw peaches at me-
none stick.


a car drives down below
at 88 miles,

birds fly,
planes fly,
smog.


coughing
losing
hold,

I fall the 16 miles down,


counting every second,

and upon hitting the pavement,
I wake up to my room. It's Tuesday

and I'm tucked in well
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