As the moon’s soft glow gives way to the sun’s bright gaze, it beholds the flowers once crushed in the shadows of your night. You reach to save them, to lift them from the soil, but they cannot be restored. For in the dark, you trampled them, and by day, you hid, as the sun witnessed their fall.

you called me and we explained why we did the things we did i told you how you hurt me you apologized you told me why if you had just told me while it was happening we could’ve avoided so much heart wrenching pain but no

we worked things out and i’m so happy we did truly but you told me something so peculiar

you did want to take me to that dance not just as friends but more you told everyone else a different story so they wouldn’t think you liked me they all knew and honestly i knew too but i wasn’t going to humiliate myself not again you said you were going to ask me but he beat you to it and i’m glad he did things could’ve worked out between us but you were too late if only you hadn’t tiptoed around the idea that you still want me i’m glad we’re friends again but part of me will always wonder what if you asked me first?

we broke up new year new me

the sun grows weary of seeing men squander its light one man wasting the glow that radiats from her skin waste of space waste of time he treats her like she’s merely a trail of his stardust rather than the blazing glory that she is

the sun grows annoyed at the words the man throws her way, for she is not as important as him, but the sun doesn’t speak as she doesn’t want her burning beauty to scathe his heart away

the sun needs to learn that this man is not her everything the sun needs to learn that her light deserves to be seen deserves to be loved not hidden and muffled in the darkness by a boy, not even a man, who cancels plans as soon as he learns it involves seeing other people

the sun needs to see herself in the beauty in the speciality that she is, she needs to hear all the advices the stars whisper they want her to shine, but this boy is sucking her brightness away and she can’t see it because she is too stuck in the way he called her beautiful 8 months ago, the way he held her face in his hands and stared into her eyes, telling her she was his everything, when moments ago he had been yelling though his voice never left a dull murmur becuase emotion is unbecoming to he who wants to be

the sun needs to see what everyone else does, needs to learn how to grow instead of shrink into the vacuum void that he is

he is ruining the sun but she’s too blinded by love, or rather the fear of the absence of love to notice

The sun grew weary of seeing men squander it’s light It couldn’t say why it continued to shine It would work all day just to say it was bright When the men would complain and ask for the night

The sun grew weary of seeing men squandering its light And preferring instead the harsh glare of the false suns they find inside. Choosing to bask in the lifeless artificial illumination they created Or seeking dark, dusty corners in which they can hide.

The moon grew weary of men neglecting its quiet power And turning a blind eye to its gentle guidance of the changing seasons. Never seeing the majesty of the rising and falling ocean tide Always looking instead for other answers, other reasons.

The wind grew weary of men denying its gentle touch Oblivious to its guiding hand warming him up and cooling him down. All but ignoring the delightful scents it carries to his nose Feeling instead only inconvenience and things that make him frown.

The rain grew weary of men avoiding its every tender touch Covering their heads and hearts and faces against the falling drops.

Dashing from doorframe to doorframe in a vain attempt to stay dry Forgetting its ability to balance and clean and grow crops.

The world grew weary of men diminishing her great value Denying their actions that contribute to her slow, inevitable death. Not truly stopping to understand that the day is fast approaching When they will take their last drink, their last step, their last breath.

The sun may one day set on man For all the things done by his hand Most of which are good and gay But some which only wither or decay

A world once new, born from a star The same observing from afar As the mortals down below Chaos, reap, and discord, sows

This star is worshipped for a time Meager offerings and shrines It doesn’t care for mankind’s gifts As time revolves the sunlight lifts

Now this world is bright with flame Lit up, not one lone man to blame They’ve learned that sunlight, yet sublime Must be harnessed, held and primed

A live grenade of solar beams Within man’s hand, and thus he deems It’s time to start the end of Earth And destroy with sun, all creation, henceforth

And still the sun watches from beyond As humans slaughter their own blood The sun’s grown weary as it sees As man squanders the light it brings

The sun one day may set on man And yet it brightens scarred, torn land As even though it’s worn away The sun always rises, day after day

The sun was miserable it’s light was used forto bring life to the earth instead mankind had trapped it to create death to all life and animals with green house gases.

Mankind used the light the furnace to create nuclear energy to cause devastation to the planet.

The light grew dim in the eyes of man.

Darkness falls upon the land From the mountains, sea and sand The sun grew weary men squandering its light It went away giving up the fight Now men live in total darkness With no light life is heartless

Beneath blue skies, Men stormed the village.

The sun warmed the rich earth beneath As they shot them as they raised their hands in surrender.

There were no clouds in the sky As screams rang out through the quiet streets.

Blood seeped into the soil. The sun grew weary of seeing men squander its light.