Open old wounds.

Dear Romeo,

It hurt when you stabbed me in the chest.

It really did,

from the moment when your words,

sharp piercing words,

buried themselves into my weak,

my dull and breaking heart.

I smile with no emotion,

as i feel no emotion.

Just another empty body,

with the soul left in the dark.

Yet i'm not dead,

because if i was dead,

I wouldn't feel the pain.

The pain keeps me alive,

for just a little longer.

So go on Romeo, keep stabbing.

Keep plunging into this fragile heart of mine,

until you're satisfied.

Until you're not angry anymore,

because I won't break down so easily.

Wounds heal,

and you open old wounds as I nurse the new.

Yet I'm still alive.

Alive, just so that you can stab at my heart again.

Right here, right here,

X marks the spot.

Love, Juliet