there's the sun,
and all the stars,
and he is the moon
who reflects
the light to me
when the dark
comes around
and i can't see

without the sun,
the moon would
not be shining
so the moon
chases the sun
continuously

then he tells me,
"isn't she lovely?"

somewhere deep
inside of me,
i desperately wish
he was talking
about me

but my light can
never be as bright
as hers

she is the sun
that lights him up

and i am just
a mere human
who can see
the beauty
of the universe
whenever i look
up

i see the moon
with all its stars,

all of the bright,
little things

along with all
of the flaws on
its surface

but i just can't
explain why
he looks so
beautiful, so
perfect
in my eyes

your universe
might include
the galaxies,
the planets,
asteroids,
meteoroids,
and comets

but my universe
is when i can
see all the
constellations,
hear all of the
rustling trees
and still feel
the same thing
in my heart
whenever i look

up

and imagine
that he is
holding me
in his arms