I loved you as much as Icarus loved the sun
But boys lie when you say that
You're the most exquisite form of self-destruction
I loved you too much
I wrapped my heart in steel to keep you from breaking it
Though in a room of art, I'd still choose you
I'm still learning
I am my own ghost haunting my own memories
To get into formation
We must step into the mystic
To be real
We are nothing
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