Romeo and Juliet (Our Story)pt 2

Years and years have been lost to time, thousands of days, nights, and morrows seen and despised out of immense ache, The Juliet of my early youth is no more, transformed into a stranger, yet my love dies not! Though I plead and beg for her to recall and rekindle the love affair of many moments ago, She bears news of her plans of wedded bliss to another, news that I curse my eyes for seeing, ears for hearing, and heart for knowing is true! With desolate heart and soul, corrupted mind, and disregard of future as that of a mad man, I fall to my knees and scream, "God and heaven alike, I defy and deny you both! For no father of mine would rip asunder my motivation for humanity! Nor does any paradise remain alive without her presence!" Be it his decree that I hurt for eternity both alive and deceased then be it my decree that his life and love never was! Thus I have become what I am, with no rue nor shame, For I am not the tender Romeo that once lived and breathed, No more do I dwell in her heart or mind, and no more do I wish any essence of a Romeo dwell inside my soul, for my Juliet is buried and lost in abundances of new days. No day, nor night, nor morrow is good for me, Sans trust, Sans faith, Sans morality, Sans love do I wish to have or hold, Dead but still breathing I am, Condemned to memories and dreams of elated yesteryears, denying my own will, but loyal to that promise which cannot be broken by even the cold lifelessness of heartache, I shriek, and yawp, and yell, and raise my voice beyond the sting of pain, as I wake each night, bleeding the same sound from my lips, "Juliet!, Juliet!!, Juliet!!!" Repeated until my eyes are dry and my voice is drained to the most silent of whispers, I force out, over tears, over ache, over agony, over all, in one last breath, "Juliet"