•metamorphism of me• [finished]

the sun and the moon are the same

I wish I could go back to before all of the lies, to when I was just the moon
and not yet the sun.
to when I believed the facade,
and the empty promises.
then I loved you enough
to make the moon set,
and the sun rise.
but my light reflected off of your plastic.
you were not who I thought you were.
day had ended
and the night had fallen upon me again.
with no world to rotate,
I am lost without you.