When I say
that you are my Sun,
I don’t mean that you are
Luminous,
Brilliant,
Gilded,
Beautiful,
Bold,
Warm,
Or even the center of my universe.
I simply mean that
I cannot look at you
Without hurting

You were always loving me "despite"
I needed you to love me "because"

Be patient with me
I’m still a work in progress

Somedays I seem put together
But that paint’s not dry just yet

One day I’ll get this right
I’m sorry

Fair warning. I am coming for everything they said I couldn't have.

Deeper the despair,
reality is more vivid.
Closer to grief,
the more love is valued.