don’t say i did it to hurt you
because, really, i didn’t
my only intention
was to hurt myself

one’s gaze caresses
unforgotten outlines
hesitation to live
again

cigarettes dangling
calmly, ever-so-gently
from my fingertips

Judah.

Five letters.

One sentence that changed everything.

One moment spent,
Simply admiring you
Cuddling on your couch.

Two syllables in your name

Two syllables to make my heart sing

Three words
Simple words.
I love you.

Four.
Fourteen. The day that I’m writing this poem.

Five.
Five letters in your name.

Judah.

She awakens the moon with a consonance of notes, her beauty shining in the night air. She could hear him standing near her, speaking softly in the silence. His words soothing with her sweet voice playing in the background.

She looks like heaven, but tastes like hell. Remnants of her kiss burn like embers on his lips. He hears the flames hiss as ashes land on his hand, suddenly enveloped in what one could only describe as love.

the train rolled relentlessly
chattering rhythmically along the rails.

skinny children,
business men.

the ripe smell of tired bodies,
unkempt,
unloved.

no one would dare
scream