not for me

The Sun Is No good..

Too much.
Too close.
Too far to ever be mine.

A star
that keeps everyone alive,
the same way.

It reaches everything.
Touches everyone.

And I am just
another surface
it warms.

I hate its early morning promises
because I can’t help but believe them.

It finds me
like it finds everyone else
without trying.

It warms my skin
like it cares,
and I almost believe
it’s different with me.

But it isn’t.

It never is.

It gives the same light
to everything it touches.

And somehow
that’s what makes it feel
so far away.

So I turn away,
just to feel
like I chose the distance.

But the light still follows.

Still reaches.

Still insists:

I care, 

the way it always has.