Better Words Poem by Maya Hanson

I have read much better words
than the ones I can spill from my head.

I want half the spark of all these old souls,
the sentences I have loved enough
to store in boxes or scribble down.

I try to steal a sliver of them
but every time I'm done I know I could do better
and still you will worship these words like you shouldn't.

I have written much better words
than I am worth.

I could pay off my debts with all this poetry
but then I would be empty
and I don't know what else I have to spend on you.

I have half a mind to turn off the flow and talk
but I want to keep knowing you like language.

I hope to never make you love this
as much as your favorite song,
or when my pen stops breathing
I will leave you bruised.

But I am not a waterfall,
I feel like a spring,
there is no end to the rush the words the life
every time you touch me.