I Am A Dreamer & A Sun But Not Yours For The Taking

I could tell you what I think

But most don't care to listen

I try not to waste my time on people like that

Because why would I?

There are people who will literally **** all of the energy out of you

Treating you like a sponge when you are really a sun

There's no remedy for people like this

And they're everywhere

Hidden predators in a pasture full of succulent prey

Which way did they come from?

We may never know.

I am a bright and burning sun and I radiate positive energy from my core

It extends millions of miles outside of me

I am desirable in that aspect

Fueling the thirst of treacherous thieves who can't survive without me

I am precious in that aspect

And you'd think they'd treat me as so

But greed is greed, a viscious and disgusting monster which only continuously grows stronger

And I cannot save them.

I know what it's like to be brave enough to offer your whole self to the world

Glistening energy and all

Only to have it tarnished and chased after by those whose only desire is to take and to take

I am too much in the same way that I am never enough.

I am always getting taken from.

But I do not cry because I am like this

I am whole and perfect and special no matter how much they try to take from me

For I am constantly filling back up

And burning ever brighter.

I cry for those who aren't a sun,

But a thunderous black hole.

How they must suffer.

I cry for them because that is the only thing left to do

And at least they won't try to consume these tears of mine too

But yet, I hope to water them as so...

Thinking that maybe, someday, they might bloom into a flower, which eventually transforms into a sun.

But I am a dreamer.

And what's done is done.

By: Evynne Doue

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