Romeo + Juliet

Would you still, knowingly, leave me,
after you know I have waited for so long?
Would you still, with a smile, leave me,
after you know how I fared the last time you were gone?

And so it came to pass,
that you walked, and I broke.
I chased after you through that field of flowers,
To me a maze, to you a memorable path.

Did you ever look back?
I think you heard me calling,
For even the birds paused to listen to my voice.
Or did you really go deaf?

Deaf to my heart's beat and the sound of my pain,
Deaf to the music of my tears and the wishes at my lips,
Deaf to the whispers in my hands, and the pleas in my knees.
But then you stopped.

I froze, afraid to take a breath least I send you aflight.
I froze, praying you finally cared more and I was done crying.
I realized. Then I ran. But it was too late.
You only paused to think, never for my sake.

The blood spread around, slowly, like it had a destination in mind,
You stared up at me then smiled, then shut your eyes to the world.
Ironic it is, isn't it, that I got my wish at the very end?
Yet I wish now that you had stared someplace else, at the sky maybe.

So you still left even after my pleas,
So like you to leave in style, making a master piece with beauty, pain and sin.
And that smile at last, you knew didn't you?
That this time I would smile and not cry for you.

I stare down the maze in my white dress,
I know you heard me, for even the annoying preacher's voice carries from a mile away,
Speaking of life, こい, heaven and hell.
I told them you fell and your wish was to dwell amongst the flowers.

Some people think I killed you, in my deranged yet psycho state.
So they try to stare me down, which would have worked in times past.
But we both know the truth you and I, sick and sweetly as it is,
It was for a dramatic reason you chose these fields,
though I wonder if you got you desired answer in the end.

So like you to draw your own conclusions, that I would be better off,
So like you to believe I would remember you for life,
So like you to be right always.
I am better off as my heart's still and my smile fixed.
I am better off as I remember you in semi-hatred, as the cause of my dead-yet-alive state.

As I set myself aflight, I wonder how it would be.
Would there be more flowers, smiles or a welcome party too?
But as I lay here still in the cold, as the darkness comes,
I understand that smile of yours at the end.
Alas my dear, It's just as anti-climatic down here, as it was watching you from up there.