She

Context: A poem I wrote ~2 years ago, about a Norwegian I had met whilst volunteering abroad.

She

She was the sun.

And I'm pretty sure you've met her

because she gets around.

And if you've met her I'm pretty sure you know what I'm talking about.

Because she will run and gun 

her way to your heart, And melt it, like wildfire.

Oh it's dire,

I can't sleep, can't eat, can't think, can only drink,

Late at night when it's cold and dark and I'm missing her sunlight.

I'm not calling her a liar but sometimes I think she's too light,

Too warm.

She fuels a burning desire to love in me, But she does it unknowingly.

I ask her out but my words are stuttering, Funny feeling in my stomach, butterflies are fluttering.

Eventually the words come out, but maybe I'm muttering.

She gives me a smile, Says that there's an ocean between us.

But she was hot like the brightest of stars.

And with her golden light she could've evaporated all the water in the sea.

And I would've walked across that dry rock seabed to see her.

But, see, she said she weren't so good at long distance.

But girl the distance between us could be anything but long

Cause all along, you are the sun and my world orbits you on a gravitational wire.

Because the attraction between you and me, It's recreational desire.

She was the sun.

And I'm not talking about the magazine, That sells half naked girls on the third page

Lately I've been working gloomy early mornings for minimum wage

Just so I could get the chance to afford to see you.

Over the mountains and valleys and Norwegian fjords I'd meet you.

Oh if only this could be true.

Can you hear it in my voice, does it sound a bit bitter

But if you look into my heart, you'd find it's only bittersweetness

Because I may live too far from you

Restricted to phone calls and text messages and TV for two.

But I will never stop caring for you.

Despite the fact that your light may not form a perfectly round spotlight around my feet

But rather be diffuse lighting shining bright at night for all the passer-bys to see

And your love may not come straight down from the sky to the ground

But instead spreads out like forked lightning

And maybe we were never meant to be and that's the truth but I'm okay with that.

Because you exist and that's good enough for me.

You will be forever shining bright and free

You are the sun.