I tried to love like my love could change a person,
The way sunshine makes even the most stubborn of petals
Bloom with the rest
But all that did was tire me.
My heat and light constantly consumed
For their survival
To give life and be needed to sustain it
Around me planets rotate
But I’d burn whatever comes close
To suffer from my imperfections.
It hurt,
To be needed but hated.
Instead…
I light up like the moon
As darkness sets in
When even the most vicious of wolves
Call out to me
In admiration of my existence
Expecting nothing in return
In the quiet, still hours
When nightmares and dreams roam and rise
Entrusted to me ‘til dusk returns
…And once a cycle of waning
I am missed
I am called New
Leaving behind burning points of constellations
Traced by wandering sailors
Always in search for more
Than what daylight allows them to perceive
I’m closer to what I love
But I disappear
Into my hiding place
Until I am filled,
Rounded with amazement
My love is lunar
To love me is an act of insanity
Are you?
My lunatic.