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
The way you stand The way you sit The way you secretly laugh for a bit You’ve been hurt You’ve been broken And yet your heart is wide open You think no one sees You think no one cares But that is really just not fair Because I see Because I do My heart is filled by just looking at you
I want nothing to do with you I am comfortable in the memories safe, knowing I made it through aware of the outcome Dealing with the consequences Of the bittersweet experience, The terrible rollercoaster Of your intermittent affection
If I gave you my soul, would you read each page? Scribble notes of interest and know me. Would you take the time, to help tape the seams? Would you mend, the fragility of my soul? It tears and rips, easily, emotionally.