his pale skin against mine. the smell of cigarettes on his breath. his soft lips pressed against my cold skin. too bad it isn't really like that, huh? he doesn't smoke. he would never press his cold lips against my skin. ever. he isn't into me like that. he never will be either. and it tears me apart inside. i would lose myself for him. i would do whatever he needed me to. whatever he wanted me to... you call the shots babe, i just wanna be yours.
