Juliet With No Romeo

She looks at him like he lights up her world But he just thinks she is only pretty He rejects the worlds she uses to swirl He trashes her heart and paints graffiti She could not turn him into poetry And she could not make him simply love her Her love was grand like a sequoia tree But his love was barely a small whisper Gave up her life to things that made her cry A small bottle of wine and medicine Made her blood and stomach acidify And all that was left was a skeleton To think of all the sad streets he passed by And so not for a moment did he cry.