i exist [as the definition of nonexistence]

fates written like a tragedy

for hxpptfiles, who wrote his own poem about Icarus. 
(okay, also, this is based off of a poem by ibuzoo on tumblr. I just can't stop thinking about her words)
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"You're not allowed to want me."

"I wasn't planning on it."

I lied, I lied, couldn't you tell? I wanted you, the heat and flicker of your hands devouring me, the way every inch of me seemed to melt when you pressed your lips between my shoulder blades. I wanted, I wanted, oh how desperately I wanted you. Boy made of fire, made of want that burned like a quickly dying flame. I would have donned wings and flown to you again for even the chance to feel you break me open.

"You can't fall in love."

"You're not my type."

I lied, I lied. I was enthralled with you, the way you tasted like summer days and one night stands. There was something so addictive about you, about the way your hands were rough tugging on my hair, my skin, nails digging moons and shooting stars into my skin. I would become a galaxy at your fingertips if you wanted me to.

"You'll have to leave eventually."

"Only if you want me to."

I've learned, since then, that it was never meant to be. Fate wrote our stories, threw us together as a warning: don't give up your life for the boy who burns so bright. But I would live this life again just to feel your gasp of breath like a warm wind on my neck. just to feel your fingers graze my hips. We were destined to collide and tear each other apart, destined to crash and sink and destroy ourselves. Or maybe that was just me, I can't remember.

"I don't want you anymore."

"Please don't do this."

Don't forget about me. For all the angels and stars that find their way to you, for the centuries to pass and lives to decay, don't forget about the boy who only wanted to kiss the sun one last time.