Comprehension is the First Step to Letting Go

There's a glass 
A crack
The striker
A match
Each a metaphor 
To a certain extent 
Never reaching beyond
Only vague and aloof
Trying hard to explain 
But at the same time confuse

We both talk in riddles 
But you have it worse
Speaking in analogies 
While I reach out in verse
At least I know I'm honest
But with you I'm never sure
Quit playing games with messages
Don't make me say it first

But this time I'm not sharing
I won't let you win this fight
I'll keep my words inside me
And not send them as goodnight
You may regret this unknowing
What you lost was 
What you had
And maybe maybe next time
You won't wait to strike the glass