foreign space - poetry&prose

just one day

if we are the moon and sun
certainly i am the latter.

it's poetic, really -
the way we are opposites
and the way people try to
separate
when really, just like the
sun rises every morning
i am constantly chasing
after you.

the moon, how do i describe it?
it only shows one side of itself, yes
but different sides tend to show
themselves at different periods
every single side of you is beautiful and not
to at least one person,
and me?
the sun still rises even so.

people love you, love how beautiful
you are
but alas, the moon is still
a creature of the night.
it is inseparable from the darkness,
and the night is beautiful
and terrifying.

perhaps that is you to me:
terrifyingly beautiful
something i must brave to get to
because of how much i want you
regardless of how much you hurt me.

if you are the moon, i am certainly the sun
the sun is, jokingly, hot
but it is unbearably so
people don't want anything to do with it.

no one cares about the sun, really -
it blends into day
i am part of the crowd
even when the sun is always there for everyone
the sun is trying its best, isn't it?

no one dares to look at the sun - it's too dangerous and harmful because the sun
gets attached to your eyes easily and
desperately calls for your attention
so much it hurts and you burn
(the sun is such a leech, isn't it?)

the sun must still set, of course
it willingly lets you have the spotlight
because that's what i want for you
id be willing to give my heart to you
for you to make it your own
it hurts, really
my heart is tearing out of my chest
wanting to be yours
the one you adore
like i adore you
id take anything
as long as it had you or was from you
you are quite the irresistible enigma
surrounded by darkness
telling me to not get caught up in it

of course, in your name,
you are the sky
and oh, i love it when my colors bleed
onto your skin
i want to kiss it softly gently
(the way watercolors mix together in the sky wet-on-wet technique)
mark you mine
and i want you to be the crowd i envelope myself in
because you?
you're enough.

- but were you ever chasing after me

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