if you were icarus, i’d be the sea
ready to envelop you when you fall
perhaps i wished your wax wings melt
or that your ears won’t hear your father’s call

if you were ariadne, i’d be the labyrinth
every corner of me ready to confuse
your gold thread would end up in knots,
maybe i’d even trip up your theseus

if you were narcissus, i’d be the lake
ever-still, come even closer to my face
i’d feed into your vices then pretend
that you’re the hero in every case

if you were calypso, i’d be the island
invisible, bending to your every whim
when the shore lines up with a lost sailor
i’d be here when you’re done with him

if you were orpheus, i’d be the underworld
sing your song, bard, and get lost in me
my darkness will soften your hard footsteps
then realize you could never be free

i wanted to hug you last time
i just realized what i want
(i should’ve done that)
i wanted to tell you
“everything will be alright”
i was up in my head
i was still a bit hurt
(from january, from july)
i’m slow to realize
but i really should’ve
hugged you
and invited you
(late realizations make me sad)

do you know what it feels
to be hit by
cupid’s poisoned arrow?
at first, it is wonderful
to be pierced through the heart
the world adjusts to your new eyes
because a certain person is alight
there is music in the air
there is sugar in every bite
you make every excuse
just to be by their side
you don’t even realize it
but here comes the crash
storm clouds brew over
your perfectly sunlit life
suddenly, you’re dropped
from a few thousand leagues in the sky
falling in love?
more like falling to your death
cupid didn’t give you wings
he injured you with precision
his arrow hit a major artery, darling
you’ve been losing blood
hallucinating, fever high
all this time

let me row you out, darling girl
climb in, put your feet together
this is my father’s boat
and his father’s boat before him
these waves have rocked them
before cradling us, so do not worry
these waves will not bring us harm
tug on the ropes as i grab the oars
and sweep the gentle blue
and away we go
far away from the city
far away from our woes
past the past, before the daybreak
would you come away with me?

sometimes, i wonder
if you stretch
like a cat, before napping
under daylight
if so, i’d be the floor
normally, i’d be
inconsequential
but in the afternoon
when the sun is high
you’d choose a good spot
we would touch
then i would be
special

i know you’re asleep
but i hope you can tell
i have been praying
that you dream only
of good dreams,
that you live well
in a life
you’ve barely begun
to live

i fall into it
right as i crawl myself out of it
compared to me, Sisyphus's struggle is nothing

the heavy love i carry?
well, it keeps tumbling back to me
like a rock out to crush and ****

i know, i know
i am a sentimental fool
but where should i put the weight of everything?

i can't give it to you
but i can't let it stay with me
so i guess i'll be pushing it up the hill