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.