Dear Sun,

I hate you.

I hate you because when you come, he leaves. I hate you because when you find your place in the sky, and your light kisses our skin through the window, he acts as though it burns him.

I hate you when I awake to a cold bed and an empty heart. When his lips dance on mine like a lit cigarette before you put it out on my skin.

I hate you because he says he loves me. And when he slips into my sheets at night and holds me close, he rests his hand on my heart.

I hate you because I love him always, but he only loves me when he needs a place to rest his head. I hate you because when I asked him to stay, he reached inside my chest and crushed my lungs.

I hate you because last night, he didn't come to bed.