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.
The Spoils of War 