Undone Poem by Maya Hanson

I'm not through trying to love you.
Don't make me look too hard to find you.
I slice the horizon and I don't need a miracle.

I hold myself closer when you're around,
skin shaped like my own sanity
I've only started to notice in your eyes.

I watch the lights bleed out to these edges and
the sweet starts to taste like truth
as soon as it melts on my tongue.

I count silence the same way as the best words,
sometimes I forget about the swords in our pockets.
We might look like hell but we taste like heaven.

You undo me, I don't want to be undone
I want to be stitched, I want to be here.
I want to be so here I fall through the ceiling.