The Dew of the Morning Sunk Chill on my Brow

They laugh at us…

Because you're so radiant,
Sun-soaked skin and a smile that could blind,
Always the brightest in any room.

And I’m just a ghost
Who wears jeans to the beach and shoes on the sand
Hiding my hair under a beanie because the humidity makes it frizz.

For you are the Day,
Awake and alert
Driven from dusk until dawn.

And I am the Night,
Lethargic,
Dreaming big while laying low.

So of course they laugh when they see us together,

They whisper and point fingers, and it chills me to the bone
When guys tip their sunglasses at you,
While girls muffle their snickering about me
Under their breath,
Because I can’t take it away like you can.

So yes, I feel less.
So yes, you deserve more.
Because I don’t want to feel guilty whenever you say you love me too.

You were the first to fall for me and I sprang into your arms the second I stopped being afraid of my own shadow.
But seasonally, I’m depressed.
And you are always so warm.

I get a new face every year, but you know exactly who you are.
You own it.
And you’re adored for it. 

So let me go. 

I’ve already melted for you, so please don’t cry for me.
You’ll grow, and I’ll freeze.
You’ll live,
And I’ll try