Marika

Goodness!

Her smile lives behind my eyelids,

Haunting me, but not disturbing.

Our chat was brief and awkward,

Yet I note how strong a mark it left.

She has consumed my thoughts,

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All my feelings and ideas.

But when I brave to evoke and cry,

I am jested by my peers.

For she is taken by one, not I.

Someone who I cannot contest.

A standup bloke you might describe him,

Yet he possesses something I desire.

I just wish I couldn’t Love.