first came the moon.

I know what you're thinking,
"no, the sun is first, you know,
like the sunset."

but not in my life.

I always try to notice the sun last,
because,
I always try to think of him last.

it works, sometimes.

so first comes the moon,
and as I said,
then comes the heartbreak.
then the nightmares.
then the scars.

oh, how I wish
the sun really did
come first,
just like
yesterdays and
possibly
tomorrows.
as if there really is no
"tomorrow"
and maybe sunset is
all there is.

I'm not his dream boy,
so I make myself believe.
I'm just a
dreaming boy.