it was probably a mistake the day you swore her eyelashes were wet from the rain; the night you promised to never belittle the importance of the sun
because here she lies, tears precipitating, stomach lurching at the thought of you and I promise you, I swear that the sun could never shine nearly as bright as she did when she started rising and falling for you.
you have opacified her radiance you have shunned her selfless light
and she who was once a sun is now a hopeless, spiraling monsoon.