you fell for the sun. and all its warmth, its beaming light. its color.

but my darling i was the moon. i was cold. i was dark.

and i wasnt what you wanted.

even though i told you to never look at the sun, you still did. and it burned your eyes.

yet here i was, soft and mellow, ready to tend to your wounds.

but once again you looked.

though i provided you with sunglasses this time.