A little less poetry

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There's something to be said about a poet without metaphors.

I don't have any poetry to offer you,
The moon is just an astronomical body that orbits the earth,
but somehow it's also anything that one could desire,
look it up:
that's the literal definition.

The ocean is just a very large expanse of sea,
and god even as I'm writing this I'm thinking of it's expanse
and depth
and how it's so easy to get lost one way or the other.

But the ocean isn't a metaphor.

The moon and ocean are just aspects of the earth,
and both of them make me feel very small.

My words just aren't what they used to be.

but here's what I have to offer:
I keep a box under my bed,
it has almost everything you gave me in it.
I have letters in my glove compartment,
and I read them when I'm crying in my car.
I can't keep crying in empty bathtubs and on kitchen floors and in cars over something that's gone.
I have trouble sleeping at night because when headlights go by,
my heart stops and drops for a moment as I watch them disappear,
and it starts again after there's no knock on my window.

I've emptied my pockets and there's not much there,
but I would trade it all for what I had.
I've got receipts wadded up in my chest because I wish I could take it all back.
I got a ouija board heart just trying to connect with the past.
I need a god damn metaphor because I don't know how to say any of this.

11:58 and I'm thinking about opening my window.

12:07 now and I still have a lot to say but no way to say it.

I"m just a useless poet without metaphors.

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