She was the Sun

She was the sun rising and then falling.

If ever one needs help, she runs to their calling.

She loved the people and saw all the good,

But when things got bad, she didn’t see things she should.

She promised they were only joking,

Even when they were deliberately choking.

Hands place around others trying to harm,

But, oh no, they were expressing love and charm.

‘They didn’t mean it’ and ‘They’re not normally like this’

Anything she could say to get just one more kiss.

For she had never known a love like this before,

Where feelings were exchanged like a revolving door.

Spinning around and around until confusion was found.

Now, like shackles around the sun, she has found herself bound.

To this undermining feeling of frustration and excitement,

Whirling around her head because she's thriving off commitment.

This new feeling keeps her charged and rejuvenates her soul.

When you look into his eyes, though, all you see is coal.

An eye full of manipulation that thrives off of control,

Her freedom and her senses he has just as easily stole.

Because when the sun gets recognition, it finally feels important.

The feeling of being needed is a hindering reinforcement.

But the sun is a star and should know on it’s own it shines.

Unfortunately, that's not the reality, as long as you ignore the signs,

Maybe she will feel happy, loved, and enough.

Mumbled words, barely meant, is it all just a bluff?

She was the moon, joining the lonely and depressed,

Her emotions and her capability have just been oppressed.

She no longer knows what to think or believe.

She wishes she could go back to just being naive.

The moon now sees the reality in the hearts of others.

Some simply really know how to go undercover.

She sees their true intentions and shudders at their thoughts,

Up high in the sky she distracts herself connecting the dots.

The stars she sees give her hope once more.

Maybe, this next time, she won't have to implore.

Maybe he will be different, the moon says as she sets.

She turns around and she rises as the sun and forgets,

Everything she learned when she got a taste of the night.

Returning to blindness and whisking away the sight,

Of her almost unforgettable memories and lessons once learned,

And now, onto the next one, for she has long yearned

Maybe she will feel happy, loved, and enough.

Mumbled words, barely meant, is it all just a bluff?