The Lonesome Sun

I breathe fire; fires of love, hate, and burning desire.

I am the sun of all who wander, and wanderers always wander here.

I sing songs with the stars and the tunes we share hold stories too old for time.

I make comets melt and hold stares with those who even consider gazing into my eyes.

I trust that you've come to inform me about the moon.

I've got nothing more but sincere solicitude; for I've done numbers on her soul and wore her smile deep below the seafloor.

I've never envied someone as much as I envied the moon.

It's true, her shine was chivalry.

She paraded herself in technicolor bruises, allowing so many to see her disadvantage.

Jealousy.

I stand offended to this emotion.

The one feeling that distorted my vision and bounced around on my lungs.

It caused my character to grow wholesome and my legs to become tragically weak.

I could not stand by and watch her wander to someone else's universal pathway.

The air I breathe is the truest of value so why didn’t my earnest of lovers come forth to receive my breathtaking traces?

The moon took my sunshine.

The beauty of her soft pale skin tore my only light away from me and ripped it out from under my arms.

She sailed ships into the regions of old habits and dug up every piece of mine.

Don't look back to forgive those who have wronged you.

This is what I live by.

My love was taken by the moonlight and never to be seen from again; for the moon was just a tragedy, waiting to be filled with lover’s secrets.

If only I had held her a little closer, kissed her a little longer, or touched her soul more heavenly than her cheek;

I would still cast sunsets alongside my one true companion.

for those who look for love in the worst places

a.j.