It's like he's the Sun and she's the Moon.
He's bright and perfect and
every friend he's ever had probably couldn't live without him.
He's Mr. Charisma
and he's always warm.

She's quieter and a little less harsh.
She's clumsy,
because she's always spinning.
She has few people who'd die
if she didn't exist.

And they dance circles around eachother.
They flash smiles and faces across the universe
and across galaxies like classrooms.
The other stars and planets look on and wonder
Why aren't they together?
Every once in a while,
they'll hug, because
they only can every once in a while.
They're so close.

But the Sun has his eyes
on a pretty little number in the next
galaxy over.
And she likes to tease him.
The moon is stuck here,
still spinning, feeding
off of whatever light he
gives her,
trying desperately to magnify it.