you are no metaphor

you i do not see your eyes
and think of emeralds
or a lush forest

i do not taste your lips
and think of honey
or an aged whiskey

your breath in my ear
does not remind me of waves
crashing onto the shore

and i am sorry
if you just wanted to be
my poem

the problem is that
your can’t remind me of things

when every fucking thing
reminds me of you

October 24, 2015

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