Metaphors
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i’ve always wondered about the phrase “my world”
what gives you the right
to claim that i am something
so strong
so defiant
it is not your world,
the world belongs to us all
and we have to take care of it
but more importantly,
i belong to myself,
so i am not your world
or your universe
or your one and only
and i can take care of myself
how dare you call me
something so beautiful.
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silly,
you can’t see the universe
in my eyes
my eyes are blue, i agree,
but they have always been
my smallest feature.
the universe
is unimaginably large;
no one has reached its end,
but you claim to have every feature of mine memorized
so you must be wrong.
and don’t forget
we cling to the earth with trust
that it will not choose
to drop us
into the endless abyss around us
and no one could fall in love with me,
for my eyes are eyes
not a universe
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it was very late
when you said that
my lips were like a black hole
because they pulled you in
and you could never escape
but you must have forgotten
my lips are lips.
Maybe you meant my lips
affected time
like how im always late
for work.
but black holes slow time
which would be helpful
then i wouldn't be late
(so they still couldn't be black holes)
Unless you meant my lips
were infinitely big; wrong,
but i guess thats flattering.
yet, i still don’t know
how you could get lost
in my lips
like how i lose my car keys
or my phone
because you know
where your lips are
and your eyes are just fine
so you can see my lips
see? right here.
i always wear red lipstick so you can remember me,
and they are also not black.
see? now our lips are touching
and it feels nice
there are no sparks, sir,
so tone it down
with your crazy metaphors
and focus on this kiss
maybe you'll think
it’ll last forever
which would be wrong (again)
but i still love you.
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Copyright © Julia Mitchell | Year Posted 2014
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