IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I’VE WRITTEN ABOUT ANYTHING THAT DOESN’T HURT

Maybe they are right

About Icarus’s seize

For the sun,

About his wits lost 

In triumph

Never mind being 

Susceptible to the cold,

In your warmth I am

Basking;

Striving

With an origami heart

And lighting racing

Throughout my veins

Maybe I have to burn

To learn