Sunburn

We burned brighter than the sun until the day you left—left me here with nothing but the memory of you, stinging like a sunburn. 
You were untouchable; the person I once was had so much to learn.

I craved your affection like my body craves the warmth of the sun,
so why did you have to run? 

I’ve tried to peel your ghost from my scorched skin but you were determined to leave your mark. 
You set me on fire, then left me here to burn in the dark.

So, like an insatiable itch that won’t go away, 
you haven’t left my mind to this day. 

I often ponder about what we could’ve had, 
If only I knew then, it would hurt this bad.

I shouldn’t have ignored all the warning signs, but I did. 
Can you blame me? I was only just a kid.

It took some time, but what I know now, 
is that I’ll never let another break me down.

Now here I am, a freckle-faced girl with a brand new glow,
someone I could’ve never been without the tear stains written in your name on my pillow. 

I used to see the golden sun in your eyes,
but somewhere in between tender tan lines and little white lies,

I’ve forgotten your name. 
You’re fading now, so there’s not much more to say. 

I once thought I was at the point of no return, 
thankfully the pain you caused was only temporary, much like a sunburn. 
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When you’ve never experienced romance nor the heartbreak that can stem from it (thankfully!), as a writer, sometimes you have to rely on other familiar experiences, pure imagination, and some dramatics to create stories. As is the case with this poem, the idea of which was inspired entirely by an actual sunburn I obtained this summer (that I still have tan lines from). Pretty neat, right?

The Lighthouse and the Moon

The Lighthouse and the Moon stand alike, they guide the way for others yet can’t see their own light. 
Though blind to their ethereal glow, when the night falls neither fails to shine bright. 

The Moon called out once and the Lighthouse waved hello.
That night both realized, with each other, they’d never have to be alone. 

The morning sunrise is what they dreaded the most,
when the Moon would disappear while the Lighthouse rested from leading mariners along the coast. 

To meet again they’d wait for hours.
As the days went on, their love only grew like wildflowers.

They’d never get close enough to feel that lover’s embrace,
yet no soul on Earth could ever take their beloved’s place. 

This affair was beautifully doomed from the beginning.
They lost themselves in each other until soon enough, their light was dimming.

Their flame may have died out,
but to them, there’s no greater love story to reminisce about.