I've been called the sun.
The idea is, the sun of the solar system.
The one my friends revolve around.
I did not give myself this title, nor do I want it.
I do not want to be the sun.
Maybe
I could learn to embrace it
With my circle
My sisterhood
Maybe I could learn that it doesn't just mean responsibility
But also me
I am a ball of fire
I know that
Maybe I could be the sun
The way I like it
And not the way they've all assigned to me
Long day
past where morning sun shines and into the dark huskiness of night
fluorescent lights beating down
then flickering off
a fanfare
a reflection
a redemption
Some things are just instinct
like when I just ran to you
as soon as I saw you
and hugged you for -
oh yeah -
the first time
very very platonic of course
you're my big brother.
Your solo is like sun shining through the clouds in my heart
it's like a platonic ballad
it's like you are playing
through first loves
and forbidden loves
and grass in the summer
and crunchy chips
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