Waxing Moon

The bush
Cold and Mediterranean
With its paws so large
Sink
Sink
Sink
Into the ground
Vary of crows
And lovers
The duke sets in a seat
Like candle wax down the drapery
Of a house catching on fire
Icarus you bastard!
Couldn’t stop himself from reaching the sun
Is love so important to you?!
You fool!
Why would you go after it?
Did you ever worry about yourself?
Instead of the sun herself
Do you not know of her forbidden lover who glimpses
Be jealous!!
She is loved!!
By many other!
What is so special about you?
What do you offer you meek man?
Made of wax
The weakness of your ancestors is seen in your flesh
What do you offer to her that no other does?
How is your love different than that of the moon, or the stars?
Just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they don’t exist
They watch from afar and admire her
She burns in their affection and lights up the days sky
You don’t matter
Never will you be the same ever again either,
You will heal and get better
But you will never be the man you were before her
You will always yearn for her
She will always haunt your mind
Even when you find peace and love in a home
Even when she’s not around
You will think of her
It is your curse and you will have to live with it
I am sorry Icarus
The only healing is that you won’t feel for her
You will just look at her and miss the youth
When things seemed easier before her
When it felt like sparks being around her
But you won’t ever find that again
That feeling will never come back
It can only exist in your memory
Which have been plagued by her
Your faith was tested and it bloomed beautifully
You can sit in a garden with orange slices in your hair
Sleep in her glowing warmth when the winds turn cold
But you will never be the same
and you will never get to love her again
And that is the curse you will have to live with