i see that smirk 

spreading on your lips 

and i'm staring at you 

with a similar smirk 

as i tell you that 

you know nothing. 

you "own" nothing. 

your smirk was triumphant when you told me 

you had seen her naked 

and you thought you were right 

because you had taken her clothes off. 

now i am watching as your smirk falls 

when i ask you about her passions 

what makes her dream? 

better yet tell me what breaks her heart 

and makes her cry 

tell me a story of her that you aren't in. 

and now your smirk is gone 

because i've reminded you that 

you may have seen her skin 

and touched her body 

but you still only know as much about her 

as you know about a book you found once 

but never got around to reading.