Maya Hanson Poems

You don't give me a word and now
you give me every word but
I'm kidding us, nothing really matters here
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Not over you, not under yet
though the water's looking good
I'm starting on the slippery slope of
forgetting your face
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I wrap myself in a new fresh air cocoon
and sigh desperately content for
another breeze coming, now now…now,
just like always, I know
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I made it my mission day in and day out
to seek out and shoot down the rumors about you

I thought you were brilliant, a god on a stage
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Black
White
Darkness is a shadow
plays the keys of his face
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My quill speaks slower than me…
a good thing, that way I can't get ahead of myself
and tell innocent paper things I'll regret.
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We're meeting strangers, stealing nights
and not closing our eyes until the sun comes up.
And I'm smiling,
pretending,
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Why does everyone always miss September?
I miss the summer nights
I miss the empty freedom of July,
the lemonade and cruise ship lights
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The sky is screaming
The moon is awake
I want to reach everything I can in this ocean,
make footsteps with your ghost
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Blame it on the twilight,
blame it on the tears
I wouldn't have come
if your heart had been whole
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