In Which I Flatter Myself Via Cosmic Hyperbole

how am i to see the night sky without a thought of you

for I love you as the moon loves the sea

whenever you are away, I can only think to yearn and pull for you

and to move your tide but five inches nearer is all the vindication I could hope to have

vindication I not only hope for, but need

for I can never be closer to you

the space I pull you to is the distance I can stand

were you any closer, I would tear you apart and spread you across the world without ever meaning to 

were you any closer, I would crash into your world with a fiery trail

were you any closer, we would both be broken

and this is all we know, brutal as it is

from the first day our eyes met, it has been tragically apparent that I am but an alien to you

nothing but an interest, a toy, a quirk, a confession

I am that which you crave in the night, when I am clear and present

you are that which I can only see in my own light, for at those hours, I am all the light there is

there was a time where I truly wanted to believe that you sought my light

but I see now I am only the best available, sometimes

I am no better than you

the light I radiate is not even mine

it is light that belongs to a larger, stronger, better man

a true star

certainly, you have noticed that it is not at all in my nature to create light

you speak of another side of me

a side whose existence you are beyond assured of, despite any popular evidence

a side that you fear, for its ambiguity, darkness, and secrecy

presently, I wonder which side truly belongs to me

for the first time, I realize you are not the one that knows the answer