a poem about the sun i wrote while sleep deprived, so don't take it too seriously

sometimes i just want to sit in the sun 

she softly kisses my forehead 

featherlight, as if to mock Icarus 

his life ended, mine hasn't yet begun 

still stuck in the labyrinth of adolescence

where everything i think tastes poisonous 

the sun is a bittersweet melody 

she sings and i cry 

gold streaks down my cheeks

as i squint up at the sky 

most days i rise before the sun does 

i stay up long after she leaves us 

i dance with her in the afternoon 

lazy smiles and floral perfume 

but she always slips out of my hands 

or sinks back into the sea 

i want to watch her eyes open wide 

but i can't, she's too bright for me 

i guess love really does make you blind 

'cause she's the sun 

and i will always crave her light