(he's not the sun kat)

He’s in love with him.
It’s not enough.
“But I love him.” he whispered.
“That boy is the sun,” they answered,  
“He was never meant to be yours.”
In the chaos of grief,
he took his sword in hand,
and severed the feathered wings from his back.
And from the ashes of the earth,
he stole the burning wings of a phoenix.
In the end, two hearts became one.
—  Icarus fell, only to rise // k.s. (inspired by @iamyreyi)