2am You [Poetry]

We all write about a 2am somebody.
When the rest of the world melts away, scared off
by the sight of the moon, that someone who steps out
from the shadows to save you.
But I don't want a 2am someone who only seems
to appear when the world is dark.
Selfishly, I want a somebody
who wants to be there despite sunrise or set,
who doesn't scare off because of shadows or
who only appears in the light.
We all write about a 2am somebody...
but I just want you.

© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush

Your Galactic Gaze [Poetic Prose]

You know every time I look at you, I lose myself just a little bit more? As though your gaze holds an entire galaxy just for me. And when the black hole in your pupil threatens to pull me in, I want to let go and allow the suffocation to start. Have you drown me in the daydream of what we could be.

It would be easier, sinking into the stars I find in your eyes and make meals from the constellations, the distinct taste of Bellatrix tickling my tongue. We could cuddle in the Big Dipper, just dive in and drift off, counting planets as they pass. You would pleasure me with quick kisses that sprinkle stardust against my skin, making each spot you’ve marked shine for all to see. Loosen the asteroid belt that separates our sins and I’ll pull you in. And when comets collide, the sky will streak with the story of you and I.

But only for tonight, star-crossed lover. My heart is only in this retrograde spin for a single night. And while I’d gladly spend it drowning in the black hole of your galactic gaze, suffocating in a love story that suddenly makes sense, I can’t stay. So show the sky all the ways celestials shatter stars, and when I’m out of your orbit again, I’ll watch. I’ll touch the stardust tattoos you’ve stained me with, lick my lips with lust for Bellatrix, and tighten the asteroid belt I wear as a reminder:

Star-crossed lovers only love one star ever.

© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush

Its Trial and Error [Six Word Story]

Falling in love
isn't a mistake.
© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush

Lightning Celebrates Lovers [Haiku]

“Someone once told me
That the thunder echoes heartbeats.Love must be a storm.”

© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush

Three Words On Repeat [Poetry]

When I say

"I love you,"

I'm not following a fad

Or repeating words with disregard

For their meaning.

Those eight letters barely contain

The way my heart quakes

But I say them anyway.

So you can understand

That sometimes you suffocate

All other words from me

Leaving me with those three only.

© 2013 | Jazelle Handoush

What Lovers Mean [Poetry]

Love never made much sense to me; the concept
creates a disconnect between what we
say and what we mean.

The first time, my best friend spoke it between
sobs, as her tears soaked my shirt and the sun set.
The second time was my first boyfriend, as if two
teens concerned with the right angles of paralleled parking
know enough about chemistry.

Those three words seemed like a pit of quicksand to me;
each time I said it, each time I squirmed, it pulled me
down deeper, a slow suffocation.

The third was a lie to a dying man, as if I was the
wish he made.

Each one said 'love,' but I perceive they meant 'want'
or 'need.' Their hearts weren't beating beyond their chests;
they wouldn't bleed for me.

Lovers never quite say what they mean.

The words became an infinity, and unescapable loop 
love seems to catch me in.

When we travelled in metaphors, 'I love you,'
'Forever,' and 'Always' became metaphors too.

© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush

When There Aren't Words [Poetry]

Is there something I'm supposed to say?

Its at the tip of my tongue, but the words taste all wrong.

How I wish I knew what phrase would freeze your pain.

Instead, I can only sit beside you, try to steal your sadness,

Stitch your sullen stretched lips into a smile

And remind you

Even without words, I know,

I feel it too.

I'm right beside you.

© 2013 | Jazelle Handoush

Cupid's No Angel [Haiku]

Unsheathe your bow, aim,
and pierce my heart; that's less pain
than love and leaving.

© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush

Down With The Ship [Haiku]

If it traps you in

My lungs, weighs me down with love

I'll sink with our ship

© 2013 | Jazelle Handoush

The Siren's Song [Haiku]

He fell in love with

A beautifully see-through

Soul that screamed sorrow.

© 2013 | Jazelle Handoush

Love Is Sold Separately [Poetry]

I hate the idea of falling in love with you,

Of losing myself, my mind, my individuality,

And so take on the role of a half

Instead of alone, being a whole.

As if I require another to be complete

As though love is a necessity to be happy

Instead of an additional part sold separately.

They say without it,

Side effects include loneliness, depression, anxiety

And the subsequent diagnosis of S.A.D.--

Single Awareness Daily.

As if a toy, a playmate, fills in every other missing

Puzzle piece we're convinced we've lost.

Wrong.

The only side effect I'm experiencing

Is the mass impact society has

On messing with the mind:

Lovers aren't happier,

They're simply blind.

© 2013 | Jazelle Handoush

Melted Hearts [Haiku]

In the moon's lush light
Our love is a fervid flame
But by day it fades

© Jazelle Handoush