your lips were bleeding ichor

i thought of you:

  i. head underwater, they watch you
with cassiopeia eyes as you
seep into her star-stricken skin

   ii. we carved our names in hearts
on the flesh of dryads, arms
branched out, head full of sky
ever-expanding, infinity between
our fingertips, but falling leaves
indicate that the tree is dying

  iii. you're like a flower in the winter,
storm tucked behind your ears, and
oblivion in the corners of your lips
the summer heat is getting to your head

fall-ing for you-is the season of change
(but have i not changed enough for you?)

  iv. i think of you spilling out the lyrics
to a heartsong, a blurry crescendo,
with the drip-drip-dripping melody
of the november rains and the honey
sunsets that fill up your cheeks that
you'll never realize you're singing all the
             w r o n g w o r d s

  vi. your icarus heart melts in the light
and wings are all but wax (burn,
baby, burn) and you don't know what
you've got until it's gone

       vii. your lips are bleeding ichor,
                   but *gods don't bleed...