GRAND REHARSAL
act five scene one:

"WELL, JULIET, I WILL LIE WITH THEE TONIGHT."

[ i can tell you're anxious,
the way you refuse to look
at the wings. you clasp your
fingers that tremble in sync
with my heart palpitations,
and for a moment i let your
maddening neurotic nature
decieve me from the penumbra
of the oncoming tremors. ]

why won't you look at me, mon amour?

GRAND REHARSAL
act five scene two:

"DEATH, LIE THOU THERE, BY A DEAD MAN INTERRED."

[ i can tell you're messing
up the lines on purpose.
is that how frightened you
are of curtain call? your glances
are laced with well-bred pride,
but for fleeting moments i can
almost see the cacophonies
that haunt your caffeinated orbs, those paper cuts grazing
your caramel mocha skin. ]

why do you keep hurting me, mon chéri?

GRAND REHARSAL
act five scene three:

"THUS, WITH A KISS I DIE."

[ you've started to improvise,
i can tell for i learnt your
script by heart. but each caustic
syllable you utter is slowly
breaking my heart, as you inch
closer to the proscenium. ]

"...ESCAPE INTO THE NIGHT WITH THE GHOST OF A GOODBYE"

[ you told me you were getting
better, but your listless,
drugged eyes betray the lies
you've taught your cherry rum
glazed lips to say so well
the pallid backdrop triggers
a surge of endorphins into my
blood stream. Romeo, you
shattered me into such a beautiful
mess, they strung up splintered
remains of my heart in the Louvre. ]

when will you learn, mon cœur, that this isn't a love story nor a tragedy?

It's a ruination.