At first, it was your smile, I was lost wondering how beautiful it shone and lit up the room.

In denial, you gave me warmth when I was blue, The scent of flowers all over you seemed bliss, and The daydream I hated became me.

You were my daydream.

Acceptance, I laughed at a fairytale, A knife in my thighs reminded me that you were only the sun.

As you lit up you set rather too soon.