I want to puke my heart out to you
And lie on your doorstep during a snowstorm
Until my lips turn ice cold like your heart.

I want my fist on your face,
But I want my lips on your eyes,
And your nose in my hair.

I want the company of your arms,
Your heartbeat intertwined with mine.
Your hands on my waist,
The freckles in your eyes.

I want to sit in the rain in the middle of the night until a car drives by.
I want to watch movies until sunrise and bathe under the moonlight.
I want to stick my feet in the water and have sand stuck to my dress.
Your hands on my shoulders while you’re giving eskimo kisses.

I want the comfort of your hugs,
And your ice cold feet on my toes.
I want to be safe in your arms.

I want to see your smile
And your eyes
And your hair
And your face.

I want to stop fantasizing about you,
And I want to stop daydreaming.
I want to see the real you, up close and personal.
I don’t want a figment of imagination dancing beneath my eyelids.

I want the real thing.
I want to feel your breath,
To know that you’re alive,
That you’re real,
That you’re really there.

I want it right now, for Christmas,
But maybe that’s just wishful thinking.
I want my smile on my face,
And I don’t want a fake one either.

I want a real one, like you.
I want you here,
I want you next to me,
But I guess I just want you.