Don’t know yet…

It’s meant to be meaningful, but it’s not. The moons child is jealous of how the suns child is treated, it’s so easy for the suns child but it’s only because that’s how the sun gains its ‘children’

Is the moon always so bright?
It silently stares down at me,
Keeping me up at night
As i know it does not care.

Perhaps one day I’ll be the moon,
In all its monotone glory.
And I’ll lose this wretched gloom,
And look down on you.

All i wish for in this bad world,
Is sweet ignorant bliss.
As i mindlessly swirled,
Maybe -i thought- i will.

Remember dear friend, if you please,
I will silently stare down at you,
And i will make you squirm with unease,
Like the moon does to me.

You will be my target dear friend,
Just as i am the moons,
Once my suffering reaches its end,
Gain my strengthening gloom.

You are the suns purest child,
Just as i am the moons,
However my love is at most mild,
Whilst yours is in full bloom.

Is the sun always so dark?
It loudly looks everywhere,
Proudly leaving its long lasting mark
Upon your beautiful carelessness.

Are you the reincarnation of the sun?
Or just its glorified warrior?
Your life is full of possibilities and fun,
Looking forward to the next day.

You have no need to wish.
You get everything you need,
Just for wandering aimlessly like a fish
that’s the cost -it seems,- of your will.

I remember, my dear friend, unwilling.
Of Your lingering, mocking, horrid gaze.
The pain of knowing you were watching.
As the moon tormented me.

However, i wonder: why do i target you?
Is it envy of your sun, or
Of that easygoing life you do?
Without strength or stress.

I am the moons purest child,
Just as you are the suns,
However your love is filed,
And mine is used ever so sparingly.

We are so different, my love.
You pathetic mindless joy.
I’m conscious of my captivity,
You’re conscious captivity, my dove, ignored.

Author's Note

Some missing punctuation is me trying out enjambment for the first time, if it doesn’t look right though, tell me.