icarus.
painful as it is to feel myself falling, i cant seem to stop, icarus embodying but everything of me
as i cant help but smile, taking the fall with nothing but joy, near relief in this drop to a certain end
but where our stories differ, i only see an endless sky, clouds reaching beyond my vision and leaving me curious as if this fall will ever end,
if the warmth burning my skin in every moment is of the wax or of your touch, your being entirely
YOU ARE READING
"you died!"
Poetryand the world said, i love you, because you are love (or, poems from blank.) (proceed with caution: contains heavy topics)
