I’m locking away all my metaphors
Packing up all these stupid similes.
My rhymes and I are
                          Out.

No doubt can bail me out
From this decision.
Blinded by illusions
Of sincerity
Happy hyperboles of fidelity
Reality
Rips my pages
To shreds.

My personifications are
Dead.
Like my underfed heart.
Part
of me
will remain
As lifeless as this page.

Don’t let my pentameters
Hold you back.
Let my lyrics liberate you.
Revel in this
                                drop
Our rhyme was only ever an end stop.

Here is your conclusion.
Your last allusion
True
Because
No matter what you do,

                                             No girl will ever again write poems for you.

Hurt
Trampled, face down in the dirt
Feeling worthless
Breathless
From running a race without any trace
Of hope
Of winning.
Loosing
All sense of reality
Normality slips and slits though your
Fingers
                   Like broken glass.

Past
Memories
Are history, your story
Has only just begun
I am here; I am your Chapter One.

Come run
Away with me
Run away from pain
This is no game.
This is reality’s fantasy.
Your storybook ending
Is only just beginning.

So take off your old shoes
You have nothing to loose
With me
Free
As birds in the open sky
Come John,
                  Let’s fly.

You turn on my lights
On the darkest of days
A haze
Of happiness and sweet smells
Quells my flustered frustration
Exhilaration
Rushes through exhausted veins
Your embrace
             Drains
                 Away
All exasperation, aggravation and stress
Jokes, pokes and jest
Caress a sleepy soul
Awake.

Don’t take
This light off.
Let it shine; bright and gleaming.

If I am asleep
If I am only dreaming
Don’t ever kiss me awake.

If this is just a dream
If none of this is real
Lave me with your lullabies of lukewarm laughter
Let me sleep, happily ever after.