The Taken Poem by Maya Hanson

sometimes I envy
the taken
because of the words
they can say to you,
she's got a boy back home
so she can give you compliments that won't come off biting like my fist in my mouth
or too sweet in a space covered with salt.
sometimes I envy
the taken
because of how simple
they can be around you,
the carefree
straight shot smiles
with no strings.
I watch this scene
like it's the last time I'll see it
through your eyes.
I watch your movements
like I'm learning how to be a mirror.
sometimes I envy
the taken
because of how close
they can get to you
without leaving a handprint
or lighting the room on fire.
most of the time I envy
the taken
they don't miss you like this
but how can I miss you
when you're always around?