Sun Queen

I yearn for the attention the same way a toddler cries out, with their thumb in mouth

At the age of too-old-for-this,

I want to shine beneath the sun

But what if I ever

Melt from the Sol heated rays

That burn vain feelings down my throat,

And I lose my harmony?

No, I plead

Plead on my knees for you until I realize that

A man does not define my symphony,

I am the music that reaches the ears of God

and back

I want to be read like a warning label on

Your blow dryers,

But I don't want the detention of

Sitting in the corner

Reflecting on the thought:

“I am the daughter of all I've done”

I crave the company of everyone,

and I envy her

I envy her taste that everyone loves

Up top her lollipop stick,

The sugar on tongue sensation that gets their hearts pumping

Into romances of perfection

That I could never grasp,

Or at least, I think I can't

You see, my envy is a costume

To plot twist you and me from my fragile heart

I am the fastened cherry stem you beg

Those “perfections” to tie,

I am the red-lipped bitch you could never prey upon for

I am the queen,

And you bow down to me

I don't yearn for the attention

I yearn for the sun, in which I hope to find and shine

Brighter than anyone you have ever known,

I am the diamond buried in a shallow pit,

So close to the surface but

Not aligned with the sun and her stars,

but little do I know,

I am her

My crown will flash your heart into a bang of

Phone calls whispering “I miss you,”

And yes, you will fucking miss me

When I’m gone dazzling with the sun

My fragile heart.