A/N: The following piece is a sestina, and a parody of Twilight. If you’re a twilight fan, I suggest you skip it.
It wasn’t that I didn’t know I was obsessed.
But he was worth my obsession, my statue of marble.
He was everything pure, and perfect, and golden.
And I could dream of was his smouldering eyes.
From the first time I saw him I knew this was no shallow love.
This was the love of Romeo and Juliet, a love, which would inevitable lead to blood.
