Juliet woke with a hollowed chest,
Pale as moonlight, robbed of rest.
Her tears still warmed the empty bed,
No whispered words, no hand to wed.

Romeo stirred with a rising grin,
The morning air a breath of sin.
Freedom jingled in his coat,
Dreams half-truths that barely float.

They were too young, hearts unbound,
Jilted lovers in a jilted town.
What a shame, for he's wiser now—
But she is gone, she won’t come down.

Juliet rose with fire anew,
Shaking off the ghost she knew.
She walked alone beneath the sky,
Found hope within a stranger's eye.

Romeo woke with aching head,
The lies he told now softly bled.
He saw through passion, raw and stark—
Chased fool’s gold that missed the mark.

They were too young, hearts unbound,
Jilted lovers in a jilted town.
What a shame, for he's older now—
But she moved on, and broke their vow.

They were too young, they couldn’t stay,
Two broken hearts that lost their way.
In this town of sighs and longing frowns,
Jilted love still haunts the grounds.

When the time comes,
You may look for Qais in the arms of Laila—
for it’s written- by him, in her name.

Never mind the voice that reasons nor the headlines that argue.
Never mind what the locals tell you.
When the time comes,
You may look for Qais in the arms of Laila.

For it’s written-
his soul rests where his quest ends.

where all of his quests end.

“La Illah, Laila.” (translates to: "no god, but one god")

******* at the funeral
poison women aching in their parallel
they drink until Juliet is dead
or until in their head too
it is clear
free of fear and recalling
this was always supposed to be a tragedy
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no left or right turn
changes that everything, even love
begins and ends with some type of poison
the slowly dripping IV type
or
a sudden break check
dash to face type of poison

the Juliets' love only exists on one page
allowed to live if the real goal
is to die
smoke breaks, goodbyes
the ever too consistent "I'll see you arounds"
that is the point of a tragedy
it gets to claim the reason for existing
and the entire existence itself

Juliet drinks the poison every night
even after the man in the hole warned me
her love feeds on the liver
while the others begin to fade out