Dad, it was my mistake to think he would be like you,

just because he wasn’t my usual type.

You loved me since I was born.

Maybe he never did.

and now?

Feel like a thief who can no longer steal

nursing wounds that do not heal.

Dressed in black yet still a bride.

and like you , a heart that does not hide.

Mama is angry. (Capulet vs Capulet)

So are you but not at me.

You both didn’t like his people.

Years pass,

Romeo hates Juliet.

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