I've noticed that all these things that I have metaphors for are truly metaphors
Flame being burning but only a flicker of an instant of my time
Rain taking a long time but eventually I will run out of thoughts of him and be fine
Earth being that he's solid and unique
Rose being pretty but too delicate and I couldn't handle her without getting poked
I write too much poetry about the first two
It's insane actually how much poetry it takes to get over someone
