I can't be mad at him
because I know
how he holds his shield
and pretends
my open arms are a declaration of war.
he fears turning back into the thorn crown
that I once wore upon my head.
I'm not able to be mad at him

I'm not able to be mad at him
because I know
that he wears thorn bracelets every night.
and runs out of my line of sight.
he'll rue the day
but is the sun
for there's a war
that I've already won.

the flame fills your lungs.
and you feel nothing but power
your fears are charred away
and when you exhale,
people cower in fear.

step down and let their tears fall
they will water the garden
and feed the people
for you have deprived them of the feeling for so long.

I wish the sun would set again.
I haven't gotten a good rest in what feels like slow, burning decades.
All because the sun shines into my room
my mesh curtains won't block him out
so I lay dormant
and as I lie, I think
'did the sun ever love me?'
He was bright and stood taller than my short frame ever could.
He made me promise not to leave
but he danced with the moon at night.
I have tried everything to block the sun out,
but he refuses to set.
The trickles of light haunt my every move.
He marks where I'd fall down dead with my shadow.
He follows me even when I change in the bathroom.
I wish the sun would set again.
Simply so I can forget he ever existed.

The sun kisses our gentle foreheads.
She tells us it's ok.
She tells us it"s fine.
She raised us strong enough to get through this.
Listen to her.
She is waiting for you.