If you are the sun
Like watching a moth drawn to a flame I am drawn to every interaction we share.
It flickers and dances around wanting to be close,
not wanting to burn in its heat,
yet never finding the will to fly away.
There is nothing as beautiful as the thought of being in your arms and nothing more heartbreaking that I no longer feel your embrace.
For if I am the moon that must spend my nights thinking of you then you are the sun that keeps me bright and the night sky alight,
But the sun must leave…
The world must get cold.
If you are the sun then I am a sunflower,
Following your light and yearning for your attention.
I grow tall and strong but without you I am weak and wilted.
If you are the sun then I am sundial,
Forever watching your shadows, forever waiting for that chance to feel whole…
But forever feeling a missing part of me to remind myself of the time we cannot share.
If you are the sun then I am a desert,
I thrive with your embrace but starve everything around me,
I lust for your warmth but burn my very core.
I get cold at night,
So very cold,
But somehow I survive each and every interaction with you.
If you are the sun then I am a candle,
I dance around your flame, hoping you stay lit.
Staying long enough for me to hope for more,
But little by little I am worn down… falling apart… hoping for a second chance before I am replaced with something new.
If you are the sun then I am a fool for thinking I could get a taste and ever feel full.
