The moon
would love to swallow me
and take me in,
hug me and wrap me in cold,
surround me
and pull me down
into pits of black,
turn me into a star
that loses its glow
so she can hold me
The Sun
would love nothing more
than to shine on my skin
and turn me into a
pot of gold,
slowly turn me into ash,
transform me into a cloud
so she can watch me
I'm being ripped apart,
reflected
and molded
but, I'm drowning
nevertheless
