Maya Hanson Poems

Maybe flying too close to the sun just had something to do with
needing the light,
chasing the dawn
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I wish I could stop caring,
I don't know how you can't need me
but every door I knock on looks like yours so how can I enter them
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If only I could stop counting down minutes
maybe I could stay here long enough
to make a mark, pull you in to fall
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They call me cursed
They call me part of a misfit crowd
I don't listen to the best of them
I can't put down an anchor
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Break like a fever,
never believe her,
sweet tongues and shivers,
swear to the sea
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When I was younger, I showed up to math class intending to make the universe known.
My first few years of school I had already wrapped everything else into perfect little boxes tied with closure
so everything was all I had left to learn.
The grown-ups had given us battles and bridges and block letters
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It would hurt less if I had enough letters
to find you and know you miss me
or know you don't at all, you're happy, you don't regret any of it, your life is even more beautiful than you.
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I disappear here and there through the days
but then you pull me back without reason

You carved a track I can't help but follow
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I try to greet you the way I always do
and like always you give me that scorching waterfall
that cascades down the sandpaper you write your rants on
which dissolves in water like my fingers would in acid
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Caught me red-handed
Disappearing into him
If you'd change
you'd be closer to perfect
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