The Sun
A poem by Vee Quarkstar ● Twitter

i haven’t looked at the sun for so long, i’d forgotten how much it hurts to
the sun is bright, they give me life, but they burn my eyes

my first love was the sun
the suns rays warmed me in a way they do not know
the suns light awakened the light inside of me
if it weren't for the sun, i would not be a star now
shining my rays into space, someday to become the sun of my own solar system

the yellow sun burns it’s saccharine longing into my pupils
a mother and father to me, their rays scold my skin and heart in ways only a sun could
every cell in my body fears the sun
their poisonous rays scorching my being in ways only a sun could
the sun hurts to love
and every small imperfection makes me fear that i am not enough for the sun
and every mistake makes me fear that i am not enough for the sun
and every slip of the tongue makes me fear that i am not enough for the sun

then the sun was gone, and i became undone
myself becoming dust without a sun to keep me grounded
the worry becoming dust without a sun to keep me confused
a katamari rolling through space, one without a sun
that ball of dust would eventually become a moon for the sun
not only for the sun, but for themselves as well
reflecting the sun's rays back into the patchwork sky all around them

some things in life will always eventually come rolling back, like the sun rising in the day
and the moon rising at night, these two found themselves and ought to find something
more together, or perhaps it’s all just nonsense, dust in space, words on a screen