I am a villainous heroine
Leaving my family brings me sweet sorrow
Marrying my kin’s murderer brings me miserable joy

I am a lucky wretch
Paris’s devotion gives me belittling flattery
Romeo’s adoration gives me obscured clarity

I am a guide lost
Society rejects this careless affection
My heart is open to this insensitive empathy

I am loved hatred
I am an accepted cast off
I am Juliet

Her eyes a pool of liquid jewels
Drunken by only the most foolish of fools
Draw me in and weaken my legs
As if I’d devoured several kegs

Her smile that of an angel
The kind found in the old fables
Greets me warmly and welcomes me home
As if it’s the only one I’ve ever known

Her heart purer than gold
No matter how young or old
Loves me undoubtly and makes me lucky
As if I’ve won the grandest of lottery

How such a saint love a pilgrim such as me
Shall forever remain a mystery
Her voice lifts me from life’s misery
And shows me that all along she was the key

What kind of an ungrateful brat
Trades her family like a hat

After keeping her from harm
Making sure she is warm

She married our only foe
Bringing us such grave woe

My once pride and joy
Leaves us like a toy

All because of a son of Montague
Her time in this family is through

You’re up in that big window,
out of sight and out of mind
Everybody says this isn’t
supposed to be right.
And there’s this big dance tonight.

My name isn’t on the list,
I’m just looking for that kiss,
so take my hand and seize the sin
from my lips.

We’re a modern Romeo and Juliet,
stuck like Montague’s and Capulet’s.
Masked opportunities arise
to catch you out of nowhere and make you mine.

What exactly is a name?
I can’t help but to refrain
but a rose by any other name
would still smell the same.
Our parents are so ****** deranged.

There’s a bloodbath in the streets.
I watch my best friend die on his knees.
I’ll avenge his death, you’ll fake yours.
To my belief, I’ve settled the score.

We’re a modern Romeo and Juliet,
stuck like Montague’s and Capulet’s.
Masked opportunities arise
to catch you out of nowhere and make you mine.

You drink the poison,
I’ll take a dagger to my heart.
Maybe then they’ll realize,
they were wrong from the start.

We’re a modern Romeo and Juliet,
stuck like Montague’s and Capulet’s.
Masked opportunities arise
to catch you out of nowhere and make you mine.

Never was a story of more woe
than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

(My) Dear(est) Romeo,
I pray that hopefully, right now, you’re living peacefully and doing your best in everything. Truthfully, I wish that we could meet sooner, maybe around this week or on my birthday, or perhaps on a memorable date like Christmas or New Year’s Day. I can’t wait to see you and spend time with you, going on cheesy dates where we exchange lame puns, go on food and road trips, play sports and camp under the stars. I beg of you not to kiss any girl before we meet because I am saving myself for you, besides the fact that I am an envious and possessive person, so please be careful unless you want to end up in my collection of bitter poems. Right now and in the future, you must know that you and our future are the inspiration to why I do my best in everything I do, and I hope it goes the same for you. Please understand when it comes to the time that my career in the future will consume most of my attention, and I’ll understand your priorities as well, so don’t get mad when we ignore each other for a while—it will be good because the distance will remind us how much we miss each other. I hope you seek God the way I seek Him and believe that He would connect our threads one day, in His time. I know there are so many questions you ask and answers you want to know, but please remember to live one day at a time and at its fullest. Enjoy what’s around you at this moment—when the time comes that we meet, I promise to cherish every moment we’ll have together. But for now, let us live well and follow God’s will for us, so I’ll be seeing you soon.
Yours truly,
(Your) Juliet

How could you leave me that way?
A way that made me feel suicidal
You were my rock,
You were my world
I can hear your voice telling me you're okay
And you, you stood up and walked away
Yes, I know you couldn't stop yourself
Your soul walked from your lifeless body next to mine
But I can't help myself
And I have to ask this question
Why now?
When I need you the most
The time where I need you to hold me close
And now you're no more than a ghost
But I know, I will follow you to heaven, like a lamb
You were the treasure in my empty chest
I take myself now and put us both to rest

Why do you have to throw rocks on my window?
You can just climb the mango tree and yell my name.
I promise I'll open my curtains and look at you like how Juliet looked at Romeo for the first time.
But please, don't die.

5am wakes a blinding bright orange sun
Standing out against the pale grey sky.
Below, a cityscape of grey.
No cars and few people move this early.
Portland, like most of us, is having a foggy morning.

Two bodies fade to color on a rooftop.
Their crusty eyes
Crack to vibrant orange light,
Half expecting search helicopters
Or seagulls pecking at their limbs.
Praying, for ravens.

They only find each other.
A beach towel beneath them
Half a bottle of ***** beside them
Next to their backpack and undergarmets.
It almost resembles a prayer circle.
Kicked blanket at their feet,
Brazier overhead,
Belt and trinkets to the side.
Lord knows what they were summoning last night.
They sure as hell can't remember.

They only remember touch and smell,
Light lavender hips,
Big Bourbon chest,
Fingers tracing artwork in the dark
Admiring both
Memories and their permenance.

Unfortunately,
This wasn't permenant.

After they climb down it's
He to a hospital.
She to a husband and child.

The orange sun coo'd too early.
Just two hours of freedom
Before the goodbyes and consequences.

A short glimpse of another world.
Hoping for closure.
One step forward.
Three steps back.

When their bodies left the rooftop.
They held hands.

When my Juliet calls, and my soul is weary.
I briefly fold, and long to follow that path I can't attempt.
Sweet dagger, pierce my heart, and let our embrace shake the stars,
But the will to live wins over a world without a Capulet

It's the hardest decision that I'm never going to get,
because the path of least resistance is
the path I can't accept.
It's because my life is never ready.
The poison's on her lips already.
Hands are shaking, Blade is steady.
Sweet dagger, pierce my heart,
and gift to me this path of sweet regret.

      Romeo is cold and weary,
     Oblivion is singing cheery
                 Songs for
            what he longs for
             and the night;
             and the blade
              shines alight
with blood so cold and wet.