It took me years, but I learned –
comparison scars,
'Cause that's what everyone wants to
hear –
“You're just like the last one,”
Or maybe all the ways you're far
from...
We flail about with simile, the
morningstar.
Each one we make seems unfavorable. It
cuts and breaks.
It is unyielding, and thus, it doesn't
give. It takes.
It is a selfish aid to our own
understanding;
To others, it's a long fall for a
snowflake, with a hard landing.
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