I feel Stupid.

I’m a poet,
A Troubadour,
I love her with all my guts
and soul.

Hanging around now,
is like rewriting Shakespeare.

Juliet dies,
and Romeo lives
to attend support groups
and talk about his feelings.
It’s rather ridiculous
I think.

There is a reason why
you knife yourself
when your true love
has gone.

It just makes sense,
after all,
who wants to walk around as
half a person?

Feels like a betrayal
of the whole story
doesn’t it?