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If My Life Were A Shakespearean Tragedy
If my life were a Shakespearean tragedy,
I would have already driven a dagger through my heart,
I would have proclaimed to my fallen lover that although they have passed,
we will see better days,
and as he takes his last breath from my poisoned touch,
the world seems darker,
almost as if my inward shrew cannot be tamed with pillow talk and promises of young love because he was my Romeo but I was not his Juliet.
If my life were a Shakespearean tragedy,
the curtain impending my final scene would have already descended like the sun on the horizon,
and all that I have worked to create would have no meaning,
and all that I strived to be would have parted with such sweet sorrow,
that my mind’s eye could not see beyond the uncertainty of tomorrow,
although I am past my dancing days with boys who play with my heart and throw it through the smoke rings of their cigarettes,
I’ve got nothing to lose because I am already broken,
so what more could a few cracks do?
If my life were a Shakespearean tragedy,
I'd look at the charred remains of this whirlwind we call “living”,
and scream at the Gods in despair because I have long stepped over the bounds of modesty,
knowing full well the devil is citing his scripture in disguise of my first love,
those whispered words fade like every sin rising to the surface like drawn blood from a thinly veiled vein.
If my life were a Shakespearean tragedy,
my crown of lies would have slipped from my head
and shattered on the cold ground,
and the earth would stop spinning on its axis just to revive my wilting passion,
now a rose whose name has been tainted with the remnants of my indiscretions,
blindly giving my soul to an angel playing devil’s advocate,
and hatred pools at my feet like its decaying petals,
this is why you don't meddle with spirit of a poet,
because once broken,
our tears become ink and our dreams become reality.
I don't need for my life to be a Shakespearean tragedy to know that Romeo was the real poison
and Juliet was her own downfall,
and I don't need to be broken down to know that there is more to life than falling in love and getting your heart thrown about,
so let the tragedies happen,
because the next scene is going to be victorious.

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Written in the aftermath of my first real heartbreak, I realized that life's little tragedies don't matter because they will eventually be outweighed by the victories.