They say love should never be one-sided,
But can it truly be so pure, so undivided?
As the moonlight seeps through my room's quiet frame,
Memories linger, vivid yet vague, just the same.
Our laughter, our moments, like the sun’s burning embrace,
I loved the warmth, yet it scorched in its place.
At first, I thought I was the one at fault,
Not good enough, needing to try harder by default.
But soon I realized, the sun didn’t need me,
She shared her rays, her light, her energy, freely.
She wanted someone to listen, to bask in her heat,
But never required me to make her feel complete.
Still, I stayed, enduring the blaze,
Like a loyal dog, seeking its master’s praise.
Yet I should have known, I was never her match,
She feared loving someone like me, and so, detached.
Now I stare at my room's empty walls,
Once meaningless, now a treasure that calls.
I miss the sun’s rays, her vibrant light,
But now, it’s the moon that comforts my night.
Her glow is soft, but not the same,
As the sun’s fierce, unforgettable flame.
Perhaps her light was never meant for me,
Meant for someone else, someone carefree.
Someone who could bask in her rays without tire,
Someone who could capture her effortless fire.
Someone who could win her without any fight,
While I was left yearning in the shadowed night.
The sun once loved me, but never as much,
As I loved her, longing for her touch.
Now those moments are memories, a part of the past,
I’ve moved on, though the longing still lasts.
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By reading this what do you think is this really about?
- Claire Yvaine
