Romeo and Juliet ("'Viol'ate")

  Not a perfect love, but a beautiful one.
  Where love may end, but it still lasts forever.
   More beautiful than Romeo and Juliet.
    Tate and Violet.

 Dead. 
  But, so much alive.

 Their love may have ended, but they have forever.
  To fix their beautiful "dead" love.


 I wish I could explain what I mean, but I can't. It's just something about love has been brought to my eyes. Not the Beauty of it, nor the pain of it.
  But, the intensity of love.
 It's never ending.

 You can't fall out of true love.

 Tate, the most dead person you could ever meet.
  But he is so alive.
   His heart still belongs to one, and he would do ANYTHING for her.
 He would kill. Literally kill, so she could be happy.
 And that's all he wants.
 He doesn't care if he's dead and has to live forever watching the love of his life love someone else. Because he loves her more than he could ever love his murderous self.


 It's just horrid love is. The way it makes you feel inside. I can't explain it, but it's sickening.

 Love is like falling down a cliff head first into rocks, hoping that the one you love will catch you before you hit the bottom.
  Sometimes they do and you live in a cave of love, living off of each other because that's all you have is one anothers' love. But if they don't catch you, well you never really reach the bottom you just kinda fall on a ledge and then it breaks underneath you and you're left to fall forever. 

 I think of love more as a human though. 
  Tate, Tate is the epitome of what love is. He is perfection on it's purest form, but he is also the definition of flaw.

  It's the perfect love.

 Tate and Violet are the love I want to be. Forever, deadly, dead, yet so very alive.

"'Viol'ate."