Revelations Under the Light of the Sun

If I told the sun what you’d done to me, would it melt the Earth,
and all of the trees?
Or would it disregard;
disregard,
and keep on shining at your feet?

You never knew the velocity of the impact that you had on me.
If you did, would you have taken it back?
Or would you simply have remained intact,
while I collapsed under the weight of my cries, and whatever fate held for me?