I BECAME A PLANET
With my own place in space.
Nothing around me
No sky,
No land,
No warmth,
No life,
I AM the sky!
I am life!
But I am alone.
Moons, moons, moons, moons, MOONS
They love me, they follow me, and it’s
Kind of
Creepy.
I DIDN’T ASK FOR THEM!
Their orbit, will be
Unreciprocated.
I have another celestial body to chase.
But it won’t chase me back!
It won’t chase me back, it won’t chase me back….
This is an unrequited,
Cold,
Black universe.
Pluto has a friend.
A co-orbiter.
All alone in the universe, these frigid piles of soot found LOVE.
And for all of my sky,
And land,
And warmth,
And life,
I have no one.
Loud and lonely,
I orbit that beautiful ball of light,
Hoping—
Only hoping—
To be noticed.
Not that I will be, though, because the
SUN
Is ALL
ABOUT
Herself….
We all love her but we don’t know why—I know I don’t.
Look at her up there,
Down there,
Wherever,
Just
LOOK.
It hurts.
She is a muse for millions.
As hot as her body is, she will stand still because she does not think of what she is doing,
She is
Cold
Strange how they deify her.
She doesn’t care—never will—never has.
Yes, I became a planet with my own place in space.
And that place will forever orbit her because
She
Became the Sun.
Things were different before it all blew up.
Yeah, there were days when I’d walk to her house, acoustic guitar in hand, and I’d play her songs.
She’d say she liked them, smiling with her mouth but not her eyes and that should have been a sign,
But she was so beautiful and I couldn’t help it.
We’d sit down on her couch, eerily immaculate, and watch stupid movies that she would never pick out,
But I would be too afraid to touch her.
She was hot but oh she was so cold.
And I’d leave, acoustic guitar in hand, proud but disappointed.
And this kind of thing went on for a while.
But eventually, she forgot.
She found her place in space,
And I nestled in my orbit,
And she forgot.
She forgot.
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