The Sun

he was so bright

God, he was bright

he made my skin burn when he touched it

he made my heart race, 

air so thick I couldn't get a breath

like the hottest day of mid-July.

yes, he was bright

and I'd forgotten my sunglasses

and so he blinded me to the fact that

although he was very bright indeed,

he was not the sun.

This poem is about: 
Me

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