This Has Your Name Written All Over It

Expose my colors through the lines I write
Each day, metaphors run through my head
For every pain, for every happiness, for every you's I meet
And I write them down, type them, and publish them
Because maybe you would understand them
Because maybe in the comments section, you'll tell me what I mean
Sometimes, words are so deep
When I look back, their meanings are pooling up in inextricable measures
Each piece is a piece of my soul
Each piece can be someone else
It can be You
Why don't you find out?