With Love, Juliet

So what if the stars tried to keep us apart? 

Were we wrong to try to defy them? 

What if I want to be wrong again, just to still feel right inside? 

I’ve borne this pain, I’ve mothered defeat

I’ve bed this standstill on repeat

For this sick nightmare to end, I have nothing left to defend

I cannot reconcile it again

But I fail not to try

In this depraved state, I fall ill again and again

Forgive me for what I cannot undo

Give grace to us for this hope we could not dream to bury

Perhaps we were never lain to rest

Perhaps, I’m in love with this sickness

Perhaps, I only stay when we’re wicked 

Perhaps, we were better off ice melt and molten liquid

The temperature’s drawn and the heat’s thick with it 

I’m cold inside, a feather trace of the warmth in your breath

But we made a mess of it

If only it was no one’s fault

If only the time could halt

Are you dancing with the skeletons in our closet still?

I hear them in the walls

They say you and I, we’re still wandering dusty halls

I wish we faked our deaths to never hear those ghosts 

I heard the eulogy they would’ve written us 

And I hate what they’ve said

It’s a twisted tale they’re weaving

They were wrong every time

Who’s to know better than you and I?

I guess we were young once, and we’re young still

I’ll regret nothing til the day I die

But there’s hope still for the Heaven we never earned on Earth