I am not your Sunbeam the way you thought I was.
I am not your light piercing the clouds.
I am the cumulonimbus hanging in your once blue sky.
I am the rain that keeps you up at night, tossing and turning.
I am the shit you step in on your way to an important business meeting.
I am not the budding flowers on your windowsill.
I am the pain in your heart and the tears caressing your cheeks.
I am the grass stain on your white khakis that is too stubborn to go away.
I am the detour that makes you late to work in the morning.
I am the snowstorm that strands you in a far off ditch in the middle of nowhere.
I am the under cooked steak that gives you food poisoning.
I am not the bread and the wine.
I am the cross and the nails.
I am the feeling of anxiety that bubbles within you.
I am the change in consistency.
I am the silver spoon that falls into your soup bowl.
I am the 'out of order' sign on the only bathroom in the building.
I am not the warmth of the sun.
I am the hell fire that burns your skin.
I am the melting of your wax wings as you plummet to a watery grave.
I am the boulder you must push up the hill.
I am the eagle pecking at your liver.
I am the iron bed.
I am the reflection that drowns you.
I am the hunger in your stomach that drives you to madness.
I am the foot of Sinis.
I am the Riddle of the Sphinx that you happen to get wrong.
I am the eyes of Medusa turning you to stone.
I am not your wildest dream.
I am the nightmare you wake from, screaming.
I am the corner you stub your toe on trying to get to the kitchen.
I am the blind spot on your car causing an accident.
I am the broken window letting all the winter air in.
I am the candy bar stuck in the vending machine.
I am not the blissful sleep of a Saturday morning.
I am the bark of a dog at 2 a.m.
I am the high pitch coming from your broken speaker.
I am the ice that you slip on, breaking your tailbone.
I am the change in pressure that collapses your lungs.
I am the snag on your favorite pants.
I am the call you get, delivering bad news.
I am not your happy ending.
I am nothing more than a fleeting desire.
I am nothing more than the search for something new and different.
I am nothing more than a waste of your time and breath.
I am nothing more than someone I thought you loved.