Versions Of Us Poem by Maya Hanson

I hate how in the past week
there's been too many versions of us

Admit one, tie a knot
the first hour,
and the next you're yelling
that embers aren't enough to make a fire

Cry for a minute, show him up
in five seconds,
reaching a boundary, giving me
too many leagues of woven thread

Arm under my neck, tell me
it's more comfortable this way,
show me how you sketch the stars
in this midnight

And in a moment
run me over with ignorance,
then drag yourself back and
spill out in front of me
all you've ever done

I love how in the past week
there's been too many versions of us