Remember the days when you put the stars in my sky? How grand and in love we were, false idols were the roles we played. The lights of earth's cities seemed to mirror the gems in the murky galaxies.
We've fallen apart, as we have done, again. You tie the noose. I brandish the blade. We paint new omens- sadders ones, darker ones. 'Do not forget your loves, lest you meet our fates' our story might be retold, given this lesson as if to find meaning in our tragedy.
You tell your new lover you cannot live without me. I tell the moon I cannot live with you, but I tell the moon I cannot live in a world without you.
Tie your noose. Brandish my blade.
Finish out our starcrossed, revoulting love story the way Shakespeare might have intended. Let's spill our blood into the Milky Way and make our own sob story constellation.
