Excerpt:

Well... it's not technically an excerpt, because I didn't write it, but I found this when I was brushing up on my Shakespeare, and it's pretty much the gist of the story, so. And right now, it's all I have, so I thought I'd share ^_^

(Oh, and it's from Rose's (Rosaline) point of view)

I still remember your whispers.
I still see your body above mine
on my bed,
your touching lips
kissing hands
and all your poetry.

Your love was oxygen,
we were the curved necks of swans,
our bodies were prayers
or angels on the sheets.

You said “You’re beautiful like the planets”
and I guess I was, back then,
Burmese sapphires and diamonds
dancing, the eyes beyond masks
in the sky.
What am I, today?

I’m tearstained,
crying into the folds
of the hooded sweatshirt that no longer holds
your body, but mine as I’m hurting,
because the girl who is lightbulbs through open windows
is a little more beautiful than me.

You said Romeo and Juliet
were nothing but a story.
Were we nothing but a story, to you?
Nothing but fiction,
just a play on that stage that we starred in?
Were we nothing but a story?

Ask Shakespeare why we shattered,
why we didn’t work,
why I turned out to be
the never-was Juliet,

(you said “I love you forever)

because Shakespeare knows why I fell in love with you.

(Rights to ~BlackVelvetWhiteLace at DeviantArt)