Love is Just a Metaphore

She is the golden sprinkles when the sun hits the rain and turns it into a rainbow

She is every nightmare I ever had,

She is the spring birds outside my window that wake me with their tunes.

She is everything I ever hoped for –

And everything I dreaded.

She is the first bright, green leave on the chestnut tree

She is every drop of paint I spilled on my carpet –

And every teardrop I collected,

She is the melody that lures me to sleep

She is the arms that hold me together

She is the scribbled notes on the crumbled paper that I threw across my room

And the catchy poem I wrote in my English class

She is that Tuesday morning – when she wasn’t there

And she is all the goodbyes we never said.

She is the cry I scream in my pillow after a fight

And the songs I sing enthusiastically in the car,

She is a brilliant mind with a sparkling soul,

She is pain –

And she is hope

She is a flower with pretty thorns

She is teary smiles,

She is broken hearts

And she isn’t mine.