Passion Poem by Maya Hanson

She told me
that since I love this
she wants to see it.

I swear that's the nicest thing
anyone's ever said to me without thinking
that sounded like it was thought out for centuries.

She said she wants to know
how I rant,
what sets me off
when I don't usually say
because it's already bottled up in writing.

I'm afraid of how she'll see me
this vulnerable,
this aching for all the wrong reasons,
this cliché for all the right ones.

I'm afraid all this baggage
might send her
down the coastline.

I know I will show her my passion,
but not as much as she wants.
I will collect
all the words I think are worthy
and leave the rest behind.