i am not the sun

she ruined the sun for me,

because i tried to be the sun for her.

molded myself, the shape of energy

all for my lover and abuser.

my crying started in the summer,

and did not stop until the very end of us.

we were smoking, talking through the rain

with droplets dancing in my hair,

i felt compelled to end the pain.

saved by the mist,

saved by the gloom.

sad love is just an empty room.

she was a sun theft

a shadow in the heat

i was the moon

and the rain

and the hail

and the snow

and the ice

and the sleet

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finding myself in writing again, and shedding the skin i had when i was heartbroken.

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