Metaphors for falling in love

by Romina Ramos

My girlfriend is not a poet
but without me she says
she feels like an uncut footlong sub
okay but a little awkward and messy.
The kind that falls apart in your hands.

She says why don’t you write
about me? It’s not that easy.
I tell her poetry is my therapist
sits across the room, one finger
on its metaphorical specs and says
show me where you bleed.

I am not a love poet.
I struggle to find the right simile
for feeling secure, the right metaphor
for being this loved. Every kiss turns
into a cliche. Instead, I say thank you
for holding my hand in public,

By Romina Writes

She/Her Made In Portugal Based in Manchester, UK Bilingual BA Creative Writing @ UoB Poet/Fiction Writer/Freelance Editor Sub-editor for The Bolton Review issues 7 & 8. 'Half Moon' selected for The New Writing Showcase 2019. ‘Trouble’ and ‘If I Knew Then What I Know Now’ selected for The New Writing Showcase 2020.

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