Outlet Poem by Maya Hanson

There is not enough space in here for you.

I spill my sins into flames and floods instead of
into your hands where they belong,
on your lips like I want to.

I bury my sins on paper
so they can disintegrate,
but sometimes I would rather just
let all my thoughts turn to ashes
and start over over over
I don't want them anymore.

I don't let myself know you like you want me to
because I know I can't ever know you like I want.

I want you to see
all the ways I can move when you're not looking,
how this outlet does not have a ceiling
and it fills me with furious,
how this alone shovels out all the black in my head
and helps me be what I am with you,
how this overfeel keeps overflowing
and I've run out of space to build any more walls.

You say you are
broken
but I know, I am forever splintering,
I will not worry
as long as you know how to love.