I want him to kiss me to death. I want to be smothered in the only love he knows how to show. It doesn't matter that he's a player, and it doesn't matter that he'll dump me when he's bored. I'm strong enough to live through it. So, I want to die in his arms, I want the only thing he can give me.

I want to be called beautiful. Even if cute is all he can manage it'll be fine. I want him too look at me with his eyes that beautiful color and say pretty. I know he won't though, and it's okay...because for that moment when his eyes are glued to mine I know he thinks I'm attractive somehow.

I want him to give me a teddy bear on Valentine's Day. I want flowers and chocolate too. I want to be in that annoying group of lovers that do all the cliche things on Hallmark's holiday. I want to kiss in him the sunset, but I know none of this will happen. I won't see him on Valentine's Day, I'll be busy with school, and he'll forget. Besides, he doesn't like that holiday much.

I want all the cliche things to happen. I want him to take me to prom and not try to sleep with me. I want us to have a song, even if it's corny, and I want us to sit in the back row of a movie. I want him to make me so angy, he makes me forget I'm sad. I want him to arrogent and pompous, just so I can take him down a notch. I want him to draw me out of my self-inflicted shell. I want us to kiss on his couch during a bad horror film and I want us to go to each other's houses for dinner. We won't though, he's not one for cliche's and I'd be too busy talking to kiss. Besides, prom is lame and we both like metal.

I want us to forget all the drama, I want him to make me forget. I don't want to feel guilty that I like him, and I want to kiss him in front of her and not have her try to kill me. Some best friend she is. I want us to go over to our friend's house and party with him and his girlfriend, not having to worry about her fragile feelings. I want to say yes when he asks me out, not having to think of how she'd react. I won't though, because I could never do that to her, we'd never go over because she's always there.

I want him to kill me with his kiss, air is just a passing thought. I want us to be as cliche as possible, though I detest it. I want us to dance to slow songs. I want to be smothered in his arms. I want him to write me a poem or a song, telling me how pretty I am to him. I want to feel like the perfect girl to the perfect boy. He won't though, he won't any of those besides cause my death, because he's him and I am me.