Icarus

i spent the night
building myself a pair of wings
sticking the feathers together with glue and wax
just so i could
reach you. and when i put the
wings on i feel like
i could fly like reaching you
isn’t only a fantasy i could do it
i could do it. but the wings fall
apart all too easily
(who am i kidding i don’t
deserve to reach you) they’re fragile
oh so fragile and you’re so
close to the sun. so
i’ll try and i’ll try even
though i know i won’t ever
be able to get to you. i try. but the wax it melts and
the feathers they pull away
and i strain for your hand (you’re
not even reaching for me) i stretch for you
even as i tumble
back down. because i
was never made to fly as high
as you. it’s all i can do to
keep myself from falling.