Like Icarus Poem by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk

I hate myself for constantly staring at the phone.
Constantly hoping for something from you.
The fault is my own.
I've watched you walk away from me so many times without looking back while I'm the one holding the pack.
Sitting here with the stabbing feeling while I'm running up the tab.
I can't shake this addiction to us despite the predictions.
Constantly watching out the window hoping to see you drive up.
All I see is the rain drying up.

I still care.
I still dare to pick up that phone even though I know it's not you.
Maybe one day the empty space will hone in.
Or maybe my pace will set the place on fire.

I can't shake this addiction to us even though the fault is my own for even putting that proverbial needle into my arm.
I pulled the trigger and rode the high and am coming crashing down in flames.
I love you like Icarus loved the sun.
I'm still tossing and turning beneath the moonlight as my soul is burning.
I'm paying the toll constantly watching the end of the road hoping it leads where I want it to.
Even though the prediction is me driving off of a cliff.
Maybe they'll all be false and you'll come to give me a lift.
Or maybe I'll just end up taking the dive.

Right now… I'm just constantly watching the phone… constantly watching the road… and the fault is my own.
Still tossing and turning beneath the moonlight… because I am still addicted to you… I still love you… like Icarus loved the sun.