i'll love you for all eternity, it seems,
carry these memories with me wherever i go,
this love,
but i don't have to drown from it anymore,
burn and ash and rise again, again-

and maybe i'll be my own sun.
because the mornings remain, still.

i don't know what to do about this bright-eyed boy
with perfect teeth and banter,
i just know he swore to me he wouldn't be another echo of my past lovers and
promises don't mean much to anyone anymore.

other people are not home.

you got in the way of my light like
the moon does the sun

but this doesn't feel temporary
anymore

practice what you preach
be good.
stroke his back when he cries.
don't expect anything but make him your
sun-
and lose it all when the eclipse comes.