Wanting You

it’s like - it’s like taking the story of icarus and flipping the script, like icarus reaching and reaching, but never getting close to the sun. that’s what you and i are like, it seems. it’s like you, with an outstretched hand in my direction, facing me, with my never ending want for things i should not have, holding out my hand for the one thing i shouldn’t want. it’s like every metaphor that’s ever been written to death, wrapped around you like a bow laced with a booby trap - like a warning, but i don’t listen. it’s like looking at you as red flags pop up all around you, telling me to run away and hide, while i move toward you in never ending quicksand, like i don’t have control. it’s like - it’s like wanting you and never having you. it’s like wanting you, indefinitely. it’s like wanting you, might be the death of me.