embers (07/12/19)

i am the sun --

bright and joyous,

rarely clouded,

warm and friendly,

unknowingly smothering.


he is the moon --

cool and collected,

only beaming his rays on those who he feels deserve it.

always leaves you wanting more.

saves his true blaze for another day, another time,

or is it even really there at all?


day after day i reach for him.

he's always too quick,

too busy,

too caught up in the galaxy around him.


i know he loves the game,

so i continue the chase night after night,

fully realizing that each loss will burn worse than the last.

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