A poem describing metaphor and personification

There are books you sent on the table.

Lying quietly at the desk I love, personifying!

I opened its first page.

If you have anything left for me.

Stop loving me.

Don't wait for me.

Don't expect me to go back and compare!

So we broke up.

Holding a Book

As if holding your white face metaphor!

silent

Time flies, leaving me where I am.