Romeo and Juliet

Gray memories, they never seem to care.
Time seem to have lost its battle.
Your winding thoughts almost torturing you.
Why are they slowly fading away?
Make it stop. Please, don’t make it go away.
Words come out of your mouth but they muddle.
Disclaimer: “Try harder, the gods may be sleeping.”
But silence is the only sound you hear.
And all I remember were grey skies everyday.
It was so beautiful to you.
It was like me, you said.
It was like misery.
It was like suffering and everything divine about it.
It was like us but
It was just in the back of my head.
Like the wind and the songs you sing to me at dusk.
The night crept away we barely noticed it.
It took with it the reminiscences we had from the undone slumbers.
It took with it what I always longed for.
It stole our souls away. Didn’t you notice?
Yet you let it slip away. You didn’t care.
How could you?
You lingered.
Procrastination decided to stay behind.
Your faithlessness was a sign.
My tears were what you wanted.
Haven’t you had enough of the share?
“Pain is lovely like you my love.” You answered.
So are you as damned as I am now?
Your stare. So blank.
Yet so meaningful.
Idle eyes.
Your breathing is all I hear.
Your breathing is all that I can sense.
Your breathing is all that I can taste.
Your heavy breathing, its not you anymore.
Your words, it’s like pleasured spikes with pain.
Long and winding. Agony.
But it don’t matter, really.
It just like stabbing me from up front.
The usual.
Stains of discernment has caused us to deceive each other.
Im tired. Burn out. Used.
And so are you.
The feelings make you numb and the numbness make me feel you.
We’re slowly losing grip of each other.
Not knowing why.
Not asking why either.
We just have to blame the weather. It’s always the weather. Isn’t it?
You disagreed.
You cut yourself infront of me.
It was the end of all pains.
It was the end of our pleasures.
I cut myself too.
I wanted to follow you.
I knew it. It was never to late for eternal damnation.
Our bodies, so near to each other.
Our bodies, becoming one.Our bodies, so sweet with blood, so sour as death