Hurt With You Poem by Maya Hanson

I will always be breaking, combusting,
breaking down and breaking through,
you know so well I would rather hurt with you.

You need to stop using those words,
always the sorry and the need,
I can't take either when I can barely breathe.

I need to stay, I need to leave,
I need a list of things I shouldn't do,
cut off oxygen and crashing cars,
losing and finding and hurting you.

Tomorrow I might not be able to reach,
carving history, scribble skin on skin,
stomach drop with what you choose, begin.

I will always be sighing, stumbling,
sighing lies and sighing truth,
when I'm cold and so unable to shake you.

But I will always be breaking, combusting,
breaking down and breaking through,
you know so well I would rather hurt with you.