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like icarus my love we came too close to the sun. 

oh my darling, 

they will call you icarus  

for loving the sun too fiercely

what a tragedy

to yearn for something 

you’ll never be able to touch

without getting burned. 

my poor icarus,

oh how you will burn for love,

yet to only feel it once

my heart breaks for you.

history will remember you,

for being the first to fly 

that close to the sun just to feel 

it’s warmth.

they’ll also remember you for

your fall from grace

into the icy depths of the sea

but you never feared falling,

it was the not knowing 

how it felt to be loved by the sun.

i’m sorry my love,

for history will forget 

your sun kissed heart. 

– like icarus my love we came too close to the sun. 

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i was just a soldier who gave their heart to a goddess

you loved girl 

who was filled with a fiery rage,

with this anger,

with war. 

with time

tragedy became her

but she was so much more

than that.

she held oceans in her eyes,

had galaxies in her heart,

there was stars in her blood.

she was a goddess,

and how could i love her?

with bloody knuckles,

broken bones,

fighting a losing war. 

i was no god, 

just a solider.

a weapon. 

how could she love me?

after what i’d done,

all i endured. 

i was damned,

left for ruin. 

war was not kind on the living.

it never was, 

yet she loved me all the same.

for i believe  

she took my heart

and i’d be damned to love her 

with every part of my soul. 

for i would always welcome ruin

if it meant i could keep 

loving her.

– i was just a soldier who gave their heart to a goddess.

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history wont remember a love story between a boy and a half god, I’m sorry my dears you were always considered a tragedy.

one day i’ll sit down and write our story, but this time it wont end in tragedy. it will be a world in which we never had to face war, we got to be kids and grow into our youth. in this story, you my love were not a weapon created by war, made to give your life, and i wouldn’t have to follow you into the battlefield, i wouldn’t have to watch you become bloody and broken. i would have to lose you to a war that we could never have won because that was never our fate, we were always meant to lose. that became our history.

one day our story will be known as something more than a tragedy, i promise. 

–history wont remember a love story between a boy and a half god, I’m sorry my dears you were always considered a tragedy.

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I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

you fell in love with a boy,

a half god, half human,

he became half of your soul,

as the poet said 

he was made to be a weapon.

never to know peace,

only war and bloodshed

to appease the gods 

but you loved him

and that was enough.

you hoped it would be enough.

enough to think that a love 

like yours could save him,

even though the battle

raged on in his head 

and tore at his heart 

until there was nothing left.

wars came, 

battles won

labours lost 

but you still had him

and that was all that mattered.

after everything we did,

everything we became 

the epilogue would read 

as a tragedy.

somewhere down the line

the gods sealed our fate,

our end,

our story became a tale of woe,

only history would forget

about our undying love,

but darling how they would remember you.

our story became 

a tragedy,

but

you and i my love,

would always find each other 

defying heaven and hell 

just to hold you again,

to find the other half of my heart.

so until then my darling,

i’ll be here

waiting

for you. 

– i would know him in death, at the end of the world. 

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name one hero who was happy… you can’t.

In this story you are not Patroclus and I Achilles. Our end would not be one for history to turn us into a mere tragedy, one where you had the courage that I did not. This is not the story where I hold your lifeless body to my now un-beating heart.

In this story we don’t lose each other because of my fate, to a war we cannot win, to the likely hood of death. Death cannot touch us because in this story I choose you over glory, my mothers wishes, over everything else the gods had planned for me. 

In this story our love prevails, and we end up happy.

–name one hero who was happy.. you can’t.

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in another place, in another time what could we have been?

darling there was so many things

i wanted to say to you,

those things i never said when i had the chance.

all the words left unspoken,

all these confessions of a lost love

never to find peace amongst these pages.

nor to find solace in your arms,

or heaven on your lips.

i know we couldn’t be together in this world,

nor at this time

this place.

fate was never on our side.

you belonged to her,

and i would always belong to you

but

we could never belong to each other,

never at the same time.

so i hope

if other universe exist,

somewhere out there

if the fates allow

we chose each other,

and we end up happy.

– in another place, in another time what could we have been?

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you could not have loved a god and expected anything less than a tragedy

It was the fatal flaw

all of

humanity possessed,

 

to love

and be loved.

 

My fatal flaw was you,

my love.

 

all i wanted was you.

 

I would’ve

blindly followed you

to the ends of the earth,

come heaven and hell

 

because i loved you.

 

But like gods do,

you could never loved a

mere mortal

like me

without fear of a tragedy.

 

 

you were golden like the sun,

and i the moon,

 

dark and unforgiving.

with a heart that was breaking,

just to feel the warmth of your love.

– you could not have loved a god and expected anything less than a tragedy.

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Atlas you never should have carried the weight of the world in your once beating heart.

You became one of those old Greek tragedies in the way you carried the weight of the world on your shoulders. You could see the pain in your eyes, those tired eyes just begging for peace after years of war. History was never kind to those who had tragedy in their blood, my darling. I’m so sorry you never wanted to be their hero, you did not deserve this.

– Atlas you never should have carried the weight of the world in your once beating heart.//t.c