hurricane in a paper cup by Jessica Lee

i think the best metaphor i’ve ever made
was comparing you to a hurricane in a paper cup
a personal liar, a double-edged blade
quick, strong, ruthless — no room to catch up

the best lie you’ve ever told me was that you care
so we spoke quietly, all our secrets laid bare
the hang of your promises, the promise of you
but keeping them was something you could never do

a natural disaster, that’s exactly what you are
i left my heart on your doorstep, it’s slightly ajar
you wouldn’t read this even if it was taped to your desk
you’ve turned my ruins to something picturesque

so tell me
does this poem actually mean anything to you?
do these words strike a chord and mean something new?
will these pretentious words even reach your heart or soul?
is there even a reason for me to keep rhyming?