Summer Cherry Poem by Mila Bell

Aftertaste of your soul
I still remember your hands -
How you killed me with your intellect,
And I felt for you once again

I asked you, if you want to be friends
You said "yes" -
And now I'm waiting for you to ask me
To go out somewhere

Do you want it to be a slow burn,
Or you just afraid to rush into this?
I don't know…

Everyday I think about you
And ‘am afraid you're with someone else
Even though you don't even know
how I felt all these years