• alalaisims 10w

    O, Romeo.

    he spoke poetry
    like Frost
    loved tragically
    like Fitzgerald
    and broke my heart
    in four days
    like Shakespeare

    but a rose
    by any other name
    wouldn’t have smelled
    as sweet.

    he was two roads
    diverging in a yellow
    wheat field
    in the Midwest
    and I was Daisy
    who wanted to take both
    paths at once.

    and i loved him.
    it was just that
    it was the wrong time.