Icarus

The more I try to reach you,
The longer I attempt to hold you in my arms.

The longer I attempt to hold you in my arms,
The more my desire burns in my mind.

The more my desire burns in my mind,
The faster I try to make my way to you.

The faster I try to make my way to you,
My wings start to ache with all their labor.

But these aren't my wings,
It's my heart,
Shriveling like a wilted flower.



Why would you do this to me?