Chiasmus
One-sided Shawn/Lassiter
PG-15/Teen (reference to something crude)
138 Words
Note: I know there's punctuation missing- it's deliberate, was going for a "poetic" feel, don't know if I succeeded, or not, but felt that was called for.
Love is death, death is love.
When he looks at you, he does not see you. Not the real you, the real you who's so in love with him you have to physically restrain yourself from crushing your mouths together because, dear Jesus, it'd be so hot and he'd make you melt into the ground and you wouldn't even care that he made you into a lifeless, boneless mass of goo.
You have wet dreams about him at night, always wake up hot and bothered, the only relief your right hand.
-it can't go on like this.
So you flirt, flirt, flirt
-with Jules, Chief Vick, every human being on Earth, but always pretend it's him, him, him
because he's the one for you.
You are as certain of it as you are of the air you breathe.