Shall I become
A ripped out, charred page?
The bitter lilt in your voice
As screams take hold of you once more.
Your blood fractured shards
Shredding your skin from the inside.
Shall my voice shake you
With half suppressed rage and salt?
Make you want to slap away the echoes
That bounce through your heart.
Shall my smile break you?
Shatter your façade for one short moment
And bring you keening into yourself.
On your knees surrounded by all those
Who had brought you joy
Then left you to pain.
Who had picked you up from that dark place.
Made you fly.
Till you dropped.
I want to soar besides you
Your's the wings of bright confidence, of white joy in sunlight.
So If we part your wings shall be Icarus no more.