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Shila Yovake Aug 2012
Stop.
talking to her,
Stop.
dreaming of a life,
Without me.
Boy
Shila Yovake Aug 2012
Boy
You asked for endearments,
I don't know why
When I speak your name,
it sounds like
       darling
       dearest
       beloved
       never leave me
love
Shila Yovake Aug 2012
His casual gaze,
laser beam through my core.
Thrilling chill.

His tousled hair, scruffy jaw,
tight knot in my stomach.
Alarming warmth.

Your pianist's fingers,
bright eyes,
hardly a hair out of place.
. . .

Why then, when I look at them,
can I think only
of you?
Shila Yovake Aug 2012
I am angry
          (that I love you,
           that you don't love me
           that these brownies are too sticky)
And that's
what I finally yell about.

You wrap an arm
around my shoulders
and
against reason
I melt.

I feel better.

My head rebels against this
But my heart sings
tells my body to relax and
          (you walk away,
           careless
           fancy-free)
sink into your

absence.
Shila Yovake Aug 2012
I bared my heart,
love spurted everywhere.

You watched it splatter on the grass,
apologized.

You didn't want it,
not that kind.

I almost took it back,
but the ground was already soaked.

We walked away,
leaving vermilion footprints.
Shila Yovake Aug 2012
Your name
       in my mouth
Your face
       to my eyes
Your voice
       in my ears
I've got a sweet tooth
       honey.

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