Metaphor

I'm not the metaphors

You left me with,

I'm not the guiding light,

I'm not the shining stars,

I'm not a soothing touch,

I'm not a calming voice.

I'm not the dew dripped morning left,

I'm not the hope-filled summer rays,

I'm not the eye-opening winter coffee,

I'm not the lively monsoon smell.

I'm just the broken human

I look to you,

My light not even enough to show me

The darkness of the room I sit in,

My touch does not soothe enough,

To feel every sharp edge.

My voice not trembling enough,

To betray my sobs,

And my heart, not stupid enough,

To believe in the metaphors,