My love will
Not
Be star-crossed.
I am not Juliet,
Pining away
For her Romeo.
First of all,
Fuck you.
I’m not delicate.
Second of all,
Fuck you.
I’m not a woman.
I am agender,
Polyamorous,
And my loves cross
The gender spectrum.
True, breakups are hard.
They’re not meant to be easy.
But I refuse
To be some Shakespearean
One-line throwaway,
Poisoning herself with nothing
And dying of a dagger to the heart.