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 Jul 2014 Camila
Julia
I remember sitting cross-legged
in the backyard with you,
stringing dandelions together
and lazily strumming my guitar
while you rested your head
on my thigh last summer.
I sang soft melodies
and you dreamt that time stopped
and we left this town together. . .*

but alas.

You're too practical,
and I'm too scared,
so here we go again.
 Jul 2014 Camila
Julia
Bitter
 Jul 2014 Camila
Julia
This time, her apology came in the form
of a caramel macchiatto
on a Tuesday morning.
No words:
just scalding coffee and gritted teeth
received by timid fingers
and pursed lips.

And it was enough for me,
until I realized that
all the sugar packets in the state
couldn't sweeten her words
or soothe my burnt tongue.
Bring on the melodramatic poetry. :3
 Jul 2014 Camila
Mauri Pollard
Why?
Why did I think of you under
red and blue and yellow last night?
I never dream of things that **** me.
Why?
Why did you leap into this world I've created?
I banished you by mistake and you threw away the key on purpose.
Why?
Why did I imagine your beautiful icy
eyes and tousled golden hair?
Your body was cold and your lips were stale
so
why
Why did I have to believe for two nano seconds that you had
released my own guilt?
Those rapid moments pressed searing pain across my heart,
over the wound I already burned into me.
Why?
Why do I need secrets weaved in between the binary code of "how are you?"?
You want to know
why?
Never come back again.
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