You were as the sun, bright. An ever long lighthouse. It was no mystery why Icarus wished for your embrace. A longing that burned until the bitter end. A cold plunge into a dark sea. For we may not ever have been meant to be, but gods know how I wanted this, how much I wanted you to be for me. #TheThingsWeNeverSaid #MalePoetry #CouldNeReplacedWithALong #ThbppppptNoise (at Cliff House, San Francisco)











