no more.

i can’t stand
these replacements
for feelings
that we call metaphors.

i am sick of them.
my stomach rolls
every time
i write one down.

i am sick
of finding new ways
to explain my hurt.

i am tired of explaining
my feelings
through fake words.

it is so painful
to have to change what i feel
for the satisfaction
of everyone around me.

you get what i give
and nothing more.

don’t be butthurt
because i don’t give you
your spontaneous
string of letters
that you wanted more
than anything.

i am going to write
what i want to write
and it doesn’t matter
what you think of it.

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