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