Eternal sunset

So I just lie here on the floor,
with an empty stomach,
reading bad poetry
and looking at the sunset
through the window.
I've been looking at the same sun for months now
and it never seems to go away, you know?
It stays right there at the line of the horizon, never disappearing.
Its light almost fading away, but not quite.
It fills the room with a dead orange brightness that's far more depressing than what you might think.
Why won't the sun go away?
It doesn't shine, anymore.
It doesn't irradiate warmth, anymore.
It's useless.
There is no reason for it to remain in the sky.
And yet...
It stays put, defying all laws of physics.
Staring at its stubborn determination, I can't help but think that my love for you is like this sun: 
consumed, 
    broken 
        and pointless. 

But still there.