oh god oh god oh god why do i think that i'm privileged to write poems about your mouth i barely know you i don't know what you say to your mirror when you feel disgusting i don't know what you do when you are home alone i don't know if you cry a lot or not at all i don't know what you say when your boyfriend tells you he loves you i don't know what your mom wants you to be when you grow up i only know the scent of your hair when it's right in front of me and the sound of your laugh when our english teacher says something embarrassing and that you like the same bands i do why do i think i'm allowed to write poems about you i'm a shallow screwed up girl who doesn't know the shape of your mouth against my own let alone your thoughts at two in the morning why do i try to memorize your palms when i've never even held them????