A (somewhat of a-) Writer's Poem

Sun & Moon

I looked at her like she was the sun.
In a way that I never looked at her unannoyed. She frustrates me so much when she is there, but it's much more worse when she's not around. I need her but I won't tell her. On warm days, I tell her I don't need her; on cold days, I plead her to be there. With her, it's like push and pull. But whatever happens, whatever I say, I know that I need her. I'll always know that I need the sun. My sun.

I looked at him like he was the moon.
In a way that I always crave his presence. I know that he'll always be there but it's magical when I finally see him. I know that he'll always be following me, but I'll always keep on checking just to be sure. I know that from time to time, he have to take a break from following me but that part always sadden me. I don't want that. I don't want him going away. I don't want my moon fading into the dark.