"you are not made out of metaphors"
                              -sarah kay
                              
                              you were love
                              when I didn't know its definition,
                              you were love
                              when I thought it was all hearts and hands
                              that filled the vague, sprawling word,
                              you were love
                              when you weren't everything,
                              but you danced along the lines
                              of my poetry,
                              pushing the limits of words
                              that can't describe your beauty,
                              and you seemed like everything
                              to me
                              
                              but I have to remember
                              you are not made out of metaphors;
                              I can't say you're a teacup 
                              brimming with tears and swirled stars,
                              or a knife
                              that doesn't know how to draw blood,
                              only cutting buttercream cakes
                              to shove in our faces like children,
                              when you're just a girl who fumbles
                              with my hand,
                              reaching for the love 
                              I don't know how to give
                              
                              our hands once tangled
                              in a knot I never wanted to untie
                              was not a metaphor,
                              only a daydream
                              of how we used to be,
                              of the laughs you breathed out
                              and the love I breathed in,
                              of the melodic air between us
                              stretched and sweetened
                              with the four letter word I never knew 
                              until I knew you
                                      
                                          
                                   
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