My polar opposite.
So warm you can’t take your hands off (they’ve melted, and are a part of her now).
So bright your eyes can’t be drawn away (no light will be enough for you to see ever again).
She knows she owns the light, and she tries to keep it all to herself.
Her selfishness will be her downfall.
One day, everybody will realize she’s just the queen of her own little kingdom, not the universe.
They’ll take her pedestal, and she’ll break in the fall.
The weight of the truth will crush her.
I hope light survives, and I hope she chooses to share this time.
- I love you still, sister.