The sun shines through my window,
but the veils between us keep its warmth away.
Like a distant star, I wish upon you,
but my faith isn't strong enough,
you can't make anyone else's dreams come true,
only your own.
So many words within your asteroid showers,
yet the empty spaces between them is what strikes the hardest.
You shine so beautifully in your infinite depth,
a darkness I can't grasp.
Loneliness isn't a sign, despite Cancer and Aquarius, the hermit might object.
I miss your shine as I know I can't stare into your light without burning my eyes, your welcoming warmth should have never been for me, the arctic breeze I am, the chills on your neck, exciting yet ephemeral.
Can you see past me, my lovely?
Can you see further?
You see me in colour yet I have none,
I'm transparent as the fresh touch of a lost summer wind on your skin.
You, my sun, you deserve the moon and more, I, unlike, deserve water and ground. Who are we to mix the gods with the cycles?
With all my pain, with all my love, I wish you well in other hands, some that can bring you what only gods can yet I'm unable to.
Maybe she's right and I'm a toxic child. I'm deeply sorry to have made you believe I'm anything more than a feeble, passing breeze. I can't sustain a god, I can barely be me.