You were a sun
bright and mistifying
the first to treat me right in a while
and I'd be lying
If I said I wasn't wracked with guilt
for being the moon
always rotating back to you
I know it feels too soon
to say I crave your presence
and I think I might
want it eternally
yet here is my plight
I might need someone
more like the Earth
constant and consistent
eyes full of mirth
and adoration for me
someone to revolve my life around
while I engage the tides of his affection
and he pulls me in and helps to ground
me and my worry-full mind
but now I am stuck
staring into the abyss
feeling out of luck
in the deafening silence
aching to close the distance
between my Sun and I
what if this is the wrong stance
to take as I ponder
our time together
I don't want to burn
up in your atmosphere...
Or what if I am the Sun
granting light and life
as everyone I ever like or dare to love
is constantly spinning away from me
as I float in the void
surrounded by my sorrow and loneliness
only to one day flicker out in a stunning instant?
