a cup of poison, a cake iced with lead paint.
maybe one day you'll understand that this sustenance is not food,
that your love is not love.

If I didn't visit
I would forget how to miss you
And the worst part is

I'm not sure if that's a bad thing anymore

you asked me if i
thought it hurt when
icarus threw himself into the
sun

i didn't have the heart to
tell you how the story ended
how he woke up in a burn
ward

how he flipped a coin
heads or tails and when
it came up daedalus was still
dead

you can romanticize it all you
want but we all know who's
who in this metaphor and how
sweet

it will feel when you incinerate
me i promise when i wake up
wherever that is i'll still write you
psalms