This is our story.
Our story that I write as poetry.
With this heavy heart through proses might not express surely.
Through proses my eyes will bleed water and feel sorry.

Do you know Romeo and Juliet?
Those famous couple on Shakespeare's thick pamphlet.
You might think I'd say you are Romeo and I am your Juliet?
No dear, I won't as their end and ours do not meet.

You were my salvation.
I was about to fall to the pit of self-destruction.
With self-loath so dope and head on a rope, I put my hope.
Sans light, in the dark I see myself hanging.
But here you are. I continued clinging.

Your lips could only speak stars.
Your words lightened my heavy burden.
With your presence I felt my life that was shorten, extended once again.
I felt my life will never come to an end, will never worsen.

But all those feelings I felt were never certain.
Look what you did to me, you cause me pain.
The filthy soul becomes filthier. Again, I am stained.
The man I thought will fill me made me drained.

The sunflower learnt to grow spikes.
She only needs the sun to grow.
Yet he left her.
He left his sunflower.

I am not your Juliet nor you are my Romeo.
This is our story, I believe I'm not a cameo.
You are the sun, and the sunflower you left is I.
I am a sunflower who only wants her sun to see her glow.

You are not my Romeo,
because you are sun who left me to see moon.
And in your story, I am a wild flower — a cameo.

𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠