Unmetaphorable

A new word. Unmetaphorable. Because of a boy. I keep trying to write poems and songs about this boy that I long for. But I can’t.. He’s too perfect to be compared to. His eyes aren’t glowing suns, they’re brighter. His skin isn’t soft like the clouds, it’s softer. When he presses his lips against mine, I don’t feel fireworks, I feel his lips. They’re better. They’re more exciting. His arms don’t wrap around me like tree branches, but they hold me just as tight. He’s too perfect. Maybe that’s why we’ve split. Why his bright eyes don’t show his love for me, but only reflect my own admiration for him. Why his lips taste less like cherries everytime we kiss. His face isn’t soft anymore he looks at me, I mean, glances at me. And my sadness, when he looks away is similar. It can’t be compared to a hole in my heart, because I feel so much more empty. When I see him hold her hands, I can’t describe the pain in my gut as being stabbed with jealousy, the tears in my eyes as an ocean behind a dam, because it feels so much worse. It’s unmetaphorable.