(tragicomedies.)

tragicomedies are sort of beautiful in theory, in the making,
but i hate it when it's between just the two of us

i like to imagine us in Shakespearean context, oblivious to
the audience, living for you for me, issuing declarations of
love in undecipherable language (of the eyes, body, heart
and not just words)

romeo, oh,
romeo romeo romeo! wherefore
art thou, don't go back on promises, even those that remain
unscripted, romeo, romeo, romeo

(i am not good enough for juliet yet)

you cannot be second-guessed under hooded eyes either,
in the midst of you finding neverland you pulled me in with you
made me follow the vortex round&round&
i don't know if surreality can actually be real too

i know this:

we keep weaving the same thread, i keep falling into your mask
it's funny how i thought our play was real
and it's a tragedy that it's not

A/N: i made screennames to cheer him up, and this came out of it.

don't throw her away, romeo, romeo romeo (i steal inspiration from everywhere)