The Problem With Planets

He was a Summer midnight

And you were a hot Fall day

He was the moon 

You were the sun.

I cannot tell if I had loved the moon more than the sun

For surely I know how hot the sun does burn.

I could never really ever seem to crush a world into a billion smithereens because that would surely break my heart in two; 

I am going to admit that I am a destroyer of worlds

But,

I know for sure though that when the planets aligned, you were all broken into stars, and I was looking once again for fragments of you.