Someone asked me.

 Someone asked me to write a poem,

how could I tell her you have taken
all my metaphors with you. 

Someone asked me to write a poem 
on how to love,
how could I tell him that you were
the one who took it back with you.
I wish you could have just taught me.


Someone asked me to write a poem about you.
How could I? After all of all the things you took away, an uncased, unbroken, consistent fake smile is what I was left with.

She asked me to write a poem, 
How could I say 'No' to her?
She gave me hope in life to write
about you in a different way here.

Someone asked me to do I still love you?
How could I tell him that I never loved anyone other than you?

You took away from my heart within seconds.
I wish I could at least count my breathe when I leave.
That yellow crop top and black pants.
I am wearing it right now.
I know you liked that outfit of mine.
See I fail to metaphorise it now.
My nail is bleeding,
I wish could have felt its pain
but nails are smaller in size,
Not you, can't gain you again.

I flunk at writing poems,
The metaphors have deceived me
teaming up with personification,
inversion has confounded me like it
does to the person out of love.
Anthesis don't let me say
the opposite of love,
but even I couldn't say it
cause my love was you.

Your smile, your face, your laugh
and your voice is all I have
but it's just inside my head.
True it is memories that exist.

All I am left today is with
this poem of mine,
It's not a poem.
It's the poetry
I ever lived.