Fire is an art form
Burning is a passion
Smoke holds
my hopes and dreams
And I am the flames.

I want you to feel it when I'm dead
I want you to feel your bones crack
and feel your heart break
I want your eyes to be bloodshot red
and your throat to be sore from screaming
I want you to be sorry for leaving

I tell people I lost a friend,
and they tell me they're sorry for my loss,
I tell people I'm grieving,
and they tell me that's the cost,
of having a soulmate,
of having a home.
The cost of having someone mean so much.
And then I feel worse,
because I miss your laugh,
and the way our feet would touch.
I want to cry
but I don't.
And that's the problem, isn't it?
Because you're not gone,
you've left,
but you're still out there living.
And I just sit here missing,
a friend.

Apollo watched as Icarus fell into Poseidon's waves,
some say they even saw Apollo kiss Icarus's wings
with his sun-soaked lips before he fell.
A boy fell in love with the sun not knowing
how bad it burns.

~

Don't fall for the golden boy,
He looks so sweet but tastes like fire.

~

He had the breath of a thousand stars in
his lungs;
But you can't reach the sun at the bottom
of the sea.

You had the power of
one thousand stars
behind your back;
holding you up.
You were supposed to be
our new beginning.
Our new dawn.
With the support of
a million moons,
and the hope to cover an army,
you let us down.
But with the failure of all 
those before you shadowing
your potential,
you never stood a chance.
You were, and still are,
my strength.
But you followed in their footsteps,
and I followed in yours.
You were their hope,
and that's something you
never asked for.
You crumbled under the pressure.
You threw away their sun.
But you always be my light.

You don't believe in heaven,
But you know that there's a hell.
You claim to never fall in love,
But we know you might as well.

The future,
A thing that once was so
distant and unknown,
Is now almost crystal,
And the people I thought
I'd spend forever with,
Are nowhere to be found.