Romeo Is Bleeding
Your Romeo is bleeding.
Yet you choose not to see his blood;
nor feel the pain throbbing through his heart.
You brandish love like a saber,
slashing through his dreams;
while gutting his hopes.
Oblivious to their cutting-edge,
your words wounded his injured pride.
and this Romeo bleeds, silently;
invisible in the shadow of your disdain.
You steal his very breath away,
and yet, to you, he doesn't exist:
he's no more than a moth, attracted to your light.
The love bug metamorphoses into a sweet smile
fluttering at the fringes of his happiness;
until you swat it down, and it dies as a frown.
Unbeknownst to you,
Romeo's cries of despair
get reduced to mere background noise:
and you walk past him,
like he wasn't even there.
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