Amputate Poem by Maya Hanson

The word crumple's a relief
to what I'm feeling now
I want to be close to the ground
Get my head out of the clouds,
pull them down with me

So I'll amputate my legs,
stand on a pedestal made of
my own bad influences
and covered in desires tossed aside

I'll amputate my hands
so I don't have to touch the memories ever again
I don't have to be dared anymore
to dip my fingers in a cool mix
of dangerous medicine

I'll amputate my heart
so I don't have to choke on something as raw as love
so I don't have to tell my blood to boil
whenever you're near
It's a challenge just to keep it from freezing over

But then I'll be out of looks and love and limbs
and I can't sew myself back together
I'd rather crumple and be destroyed
at least then I know I'm capable of standing up again tomorrow.