I Need Something To Do With My Hands Poem by Maya Hanson

hair in my face
couldn't keep me quiet
limits you had listed
couldn't keep me in the lines

there were times when
i would bite my lip
just to see if you'd notice
turn around enough degrees

there were times when
a blink was amplified
to the summit of a mountain
maybe it was morse code
(or something)

there were days when
hair in my face was for
foolish impressions instead of
a whip from biting breezes,

instead of i need something
to do with my hands
now that i can't lose
my fingers in your hair

there are days where all i do
is play with the edge of my shirt
now loved and frayed
like we could have been

how many days will it take
before i stop looking for you