where's my mind / poetry, oneshots etc.

shakespeare and icarus / poem

people have always said
i love too fast and
i love too passionately.
i love before i think.
i love until it hurts.
and even then,
i love.

but remember when we studied shakespeare, in english?
it was summer last year,
when we were sweating and you laughing,
because you were used to this heat.
we had extracts of some of his plays
and we had to find a quote
that described someone we knew.

i picked up a sheet with some quotes from much ado about nothing,
my favourite of shakespeare's works,
the one you insisted was nonsensical and boring,
and one of them read
you have such a february face,
so full of frost, of storm and cloudiness.

i didn't choose that quote for you
because back then,
i thought of you like icarus thought of the sun.

but now, as i am slowly drinking my tea,
trying not to let my tears drip into the cup,
that quote from that nonsensical, boring play
is haunting me.

maybe i need to have a harder heart.
maybe i need to stop loving so much.
maybe i was icarus, and you were the sun,
and you destroyed me.

(the quote i chose for you was i love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.)