For weeks it's almost like it was before,

The way she falls back under his control;

Their every preference, again, accounted for,

How nice to see Juliet come back to form.

At first she's very open to their game,

And lets her pleasure blank out all the pain,

But more and more, she doesn't feel the same,

And ecstasy is harder to obtain.

She sleeps a lot, but barely eats at all, 

Hardly e'er emerges from their room,

His charms and words no longer hold her thrall --

She's turned their small apartment to her tomb. 

Poet (we all know) has done his best,

But Juliet's gone quiet and depressed. 

- Jack