let's just
pretend i was icarus
and you were the sun
daedalus,
he gave me my wings
and warned me of one
meaningless thing
that if i got too close to you
i would see misfortune
he said that was true
but you were all i wanted
your warmth and your beauty
so the closer i got
the more i was haunted
by the light i chose
in which not to believe
by how the warmth i wanted so bad
was going to burn me
but i pushed past my limit
i went way too far
and managed to drown myself
in the warmth of a Star
YOU ARE READING
My Brain of Little Fires
PoetryThis is a collection of feelings from all the times I thought my world was burning down. They are now just little fires that warm the embers of my mind and serve to remind me that I am human, and I will die.
