100 more metaphors

happiness
is each individual lightbulb in a chandelier, sparks burning hot
before they burst
send it tumbling out of the air, whether it lands an art installation or an electrical fire
i want
happiness
is a jar full of fireflies that glow and buzz, living things that shine bright
before they fizzle out
crush them into a glow-in-the-dark paste and let it coat my mouth, whether it sets my tounge alight or my intestines ablaze
i loathe
happiness
is shaking a snowglobe full of glitter, swirling and sparkling
before it all settles on the bottom
toss it to the floor and sew the sequins to my skin whether they form a snowflake or lose all resembalance to what they were
i fear
happiness
is throwing fabergé eggs directly into the air, they fly so high,
before the loud crash
take a baseball bat to them and let me walk upon the remnants, whether i float with grace or lacerate my feet
i need
metaphors
bad ones, hundreds, all to explain the same concept of wanting to shoot the sun out of the sky with my own hands
before it explodes
let me explain these feelings behind an emotional veneer of poetry whether you trip over my words or see through it into me
i need
you
to understand my urge to swallow every lit candle you hand me, not for the scent, but the heat, and the light
because i can't
explain my pain without that dazzle camo paint job so you can buy it, whether you frame it in your home or recognize my blood on the canvas
i know

put it back on the shelf