My Icarus, my love,
You have been burned far too many times.
You've flown so many times,
And have fallen just as many.
You fly in a sky with far too many suns,
And are caught by beautiful oceans far unforgiving.
My dear Icarus,
Blinded by the light in your eye,
And burned by the wax on your wings.
You laugh as you cry,
For your burns are sprayed with salt.
Because as you fall you are caught,
So many times by that gentle, dangerous ocean.
And every time you dry off,
The wound still with salt burning them,
You fly back to those auburn skies.
And the cycle starts over,
As if some cruel Tartarus you relive.
Punished for crimes you never committed.
And to my ever loved Icarus,
I promise you deserve much more.
You will fly,
And I hope to help be part of those wings.
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Things I've Written
RandomThis was originally posted on Quotev. These are vent posts and help me cope, I don't actually expect this to get popular or blow up. ⚠️ TW: Triggering topics such as mentions of self harm and SA please read this with caution⚠️
