Whenever I'm near you, my heart skips a beat. I know I shouldn't steal glances of you, but I truly can't help it. You're a forbidden thing, something I know I'll never have. But I'm drawn to you like a moth to the flame. I know you'll burn me up, but my desire pushes me forward. I dance around your smoldering gaze, hopeful that you'll embrace me. When we lock eyes, I feel like a child who's done wrong. But the feeling is so good. I feel like I should be punished, and I want you to administer the blow. The more I'm around you, the more I want to be. I dare not speak your name, out of fear of rejection. I will continue to dance the dance of death, in hopes it's you who kills me.