I thought of myself as a fucking moon
and you were the gravity that pulled me.
I looked at you and spun in circles, because no matter how much I tried the very laws of physics that dictated my existence would bring me back.
I was and silver and dark covered in dreams and inhibitions.
you were golden and bright covered in flames and smiles
you were the sun and I was a mediocre planet that needed you.
(and your gravity)
but when you left, my trajectory crashed and my centripetal force burned.
the silver skies and dark stars that lay across your cheeks now sparked in that conflagration that your flames once burned.
but by now it was too late and my moon had no choice so crash back into you.
