When people see Romeo and Juliet Die together They think "How poetic". Want to know What's really poetic? The sound of the chords That resonate through the piano When I take a hammer To its keys. Or the way my heart Reshapes itself To wrap around your soliloquies About how you don't need me. You see, When two people Fall desperately in love, It isn't poetic- It's the things we do For those who don't Reciprocate that love And the ignorance we hold Against their disinterest. We **** ourselves every day For those who live just fine Without us. And that's stupid. That's life. That's poetry.