I read Jane Austen,

You read Dickens,

I listen to Taylor,

You to The 1975,

I have my hair up in ribbons and wear pink all the time,

You drink coffee with no sugar and wear black sweaters,

I am evermore the one who raises her hand,

You have headphones on in the back of the class.

You're reserved,

I overshare,

I know I shouldn't even think it,

And I'm scared,

Scared of these feelings that came over me like waves

But I wish you'd be mine.