Nowadays,

your words hurt me
it didn't used to be that way.

the phonecall, that night,
those unfinished lines.

I'd burnt that letter with the lighter I stole,
watched the words turn into smoke
and the ashes fall.

I wish I hadn't, now.

the ashes,
they were unimpressive.
like your handwriting,
smudged, dark, messy.

but your words.
your words
your words
your words

they held a certain charm.

_