Miyuki Kazuya/Oikawa Tooru, Daiya no Ace & Haikyuu!
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poetry fill, 22 lines

if you want to be Icarus

Tell me, tell me
how many bones
have you broken, and
how many tears did you shed?

Did you cry when the floor met you
or did you laugh at
the things that should’ve
held you down instead?

Is it true, is it true
then, that
flying’s not the problem,
but it’s the mess of paperplanes
inside your room, inside your head
that’s keeping you from finding
land again?

(I thought you knew better
if you want to be Icarus,
you have to love falling
so much more
than
anything else
you’ve ever had.)