Gravity Poem by Maya Hanson

I couldn't care less about where I'm supposed to be,
here is better than anything I could sing into existence
And looking down from thirty thousand feet
I haven't spent enough time on you

Crooked song, made-up stories
Give the world your tears like a sinking storm
to melt the ice you carry
It can't be pouring and freezing at once,
so summon the thunder to sigh it all out like fireworks
Give the world your crooked song
and everyone will skip a beat.

I couldn't care less about gravity,
she says,
because I don't have to follow the rules
when you can bend my soul like that.