Death Grip Poem by Maya Hanson

Caught me red-handed
Disappearing into him
If you'd change
you'd be closer to perfect

Caught me red-handed
drawing someone else in
I leave and don't regret
because he bleeds passion and you just
sit there
and as I'm talking to you
I can't help falling for him

I don't want you to
compare yourself to him
I hate things that don't work
but even more I hate that he knows you
I can't escape the raw skin you left on my wrist
no matter how far I run
no matter how strong of a death grip
I use when he reaches for my hand
Interlaced fingers to keep me on the ground
and not flying fists at your face

I keep running to escape the sphere you've created
trying to find someone that can meet me
and not run through all the stories
you've painted in their heads
All the spiderwebs that pull us together
hold more weight than I can take
But I don't have to take it,
I'll sit here and cut off the circulation in his fingers
feel my face in his shoulder
built of pure human decency and
radiating he'll never let me down