With Hearts Like Icarus

We slipped and fell into something of a spell in which the only two that
truly mattered was us
And we became something ugly and poisonous
Noiseless but altogether we too loud to be tolerated
A kind of silent destruction orchestrated by our hearts that wouldn't speak their mind
All of a not so sudden the tumble ended where the fall began
Our plummet to earth just as riotous as our time spent above it
Kind and Queen of Darkened Stars
The rulers of a diminished landscape
We escape ourselves in each other
Even as one's demons awaken to claw at the other's leg
I ask you for promises and you give me sullen comforts
Eyeless beliefs dance in relief in your mile-high smile drenched in something
Unfamiliar and painful
What is familiar but pain? What else have I known so well
And so when we fell into that spell it almost seemed as if I had finally
Reached home
But isnt that what poems are for?
Sore from our descent we consent to consort and resort
To stabbing words to make ourselves heard above the din of a calamity
That comes from being in love and not being able to say so
We know
You hear my tears in witching hours like I hear your curses in the dark
My anguish that thing which leaves its mark
Which of course you ignore because you have become so accostomed to not feeling
that you've forgotten what it means
Altogether
Whether or not we make it from this spot
We must remembe what we endured to get here
We will escape nothing unscathed but our rage for ourselves will sustain us
I will maintain my brave smile while you shrug
We flew too close to the sun and now we are burned
From poor Icarus was nothing learned?
We will recover and hope to return to that place
So close to the sun
Where nothing truly matters but us and our hearts
So much like Icarus