He sat on the roof
golden hour sun
dripping
like honey
over his wings
burned
into his back

I couldn't help but wonder
Was he meant as a warning
or maybe a martyr?

Icarus smiled his sad smile
brown eyes seemed to hold the weight
of the sun itself
Not a martyr or a warning
neither anarchist nor hero
Just a boy, Just a boy
a boy who fell too quick
too quick to love
the sun loved me back
the sea, the sky
tore us apart
too young, too stupid
Just a boy, Just a boy
nothing more

The sun dipped below
and Icarus' skin no longer glowed
If not for his scars
or for his wings
Icarus would have looked like me
Just a boy, Just a boy