Don’t bother me, dear romeo.
I will only pretend to die for you.
Maybe I will become your joke to fill
The gaps of a conversation in the future.
Leave the courtyard;
Climb back over those palace walls.
I don’t need you anymore.
I’m not your replacement;
Not some forbidden fruit
From the house across the way.
I can’t kiss away the sins
That have stained your lips all these years.
Star-crossed doesn’t mean forbidden,
It just means broken.
And I’ve shattered enough glass to know,
That the glue eventually runs out.