i am the moon and he is the sun
i'm number two, he's number one
i've already lost, he's already won
i just started the race, he's already done.
he's better than me in every way
i'm reminded of that every day
i can never hope to shine as bright
as his incandescent blinding light.
he will always be superior
i'm forever damned inferior.
everything to be done, he's done it better
i'm below the bar when he's the setter.
whatever i do, he's already done.
i am the moon and he is the son.
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sad boi hours
Puisi~Trigger Warning: these poems contain somewhat graphic descriptions of mental health, s3lf-h@rm, e@ting d!sorders, su!cide and other topics that could potentially be upsetting. Poetry is one of my coping skills and a positive release for my emotion...
