Sunday, February 10, 2008

Poor Juliet

My Romeo.
He has the heart of a lion,
The strength of one, too.
But I fear for his safety-
He is not safe from me.
He does not understand that his Juliet
Is a creature of great monstrosity,
A being of the night.
A thing.
A thing that selfishly wants his life fource
To fixxate this painful need inside her tortured body.
He is unaware of the hurt she must endure
In order to satisfy his and her more human needs.......
They're more human wants...
But he must never know.
If he knew what his beloved Juliet must endure
He would remove the torture from her path.
Or even worse,
Willingly give her what her not so human side is longing for.........


I've always wondered
What it would be like to be Juliet.
To be beautiful and loved.
But now that I am in a situation like hers,
I am not so sure that I want to be Juliet anymore.
The life of Juliet is a painful one.
One filled with hatred,
Betrayal, hurt,
And love.
And especially towards the end,
Now I wonder,
What would have happened
If Juliet had just comitted suicide right there in the beginning?
What if Juliet had just said,
"I don't want to deal with this"?
Where would poor Romeo be if she had said that?
Pondering these questions
I find myself answering the questions I had as a child.
Life would be empty,
There would always be that nagging wonder of what ifs;
I would be a lonely girl
With a mind full of questions that no one could answer.
I would be a girl whose own heart would be made of stone,
Unfeeling as the tumultuous ocean from which I came
And have been cursed to return to.
I would be the Juliet of Shakespeares'
Complete opposite.