I want to get drunk and talk about you at parties
I want to know that I can do that because
I don’t really know if you’re mine.

What are we?
Can I tell my mom about you?
Can I daydream about you?

Do you still think about me a lot?
Do you still daydream of kissing me?
Is the shape of my lips imprinted
in your eyes, the way light stains your irises
after staring at the sun, 
like your lips are in mine?