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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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our history meant nothing unless we’d be remembered together.

there was something 

in the way history 

told our story.

it was beautiful 

and yet so tragic.

it was told that

we would always 

be searching for 

one another 

across the stars 

just to find peace 

in each others arms.

but history would 

never let us be happy

for long.

there was always a price 

the universe said

when we found each other.

when the universe separated us

we’d always be missing half 

of ourselves, 

we’d only be half alive.

so when i found you,

after all that yearning,

wandering through 

heaven and hell.

i felt whole after years

feeling like i was missing 

the other half of my heart.

we were never told 

how many times 

history had repeated itself,

but i believe in my heart 

it was always written in our

blood to find one another. 

our love always came with a price 

but it was one i’d always 

be willing to pay, 

if it meant i could love you 

until my dying day.

– our history meant nothing unless we’d be remembered together.

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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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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