If the sky had escape wounds…

If the sky had escape wounds
Would my town still be afraid of welcoming me?

Maybe I’d rest in empty spaces
Like the boy who painted protests on his dry skin

Dry, like lost lovers during the renaissance,
Beautiful and cold.

My eyes in the mirror
Wait for someone to look back.

Do my eyes remind you
of that evening in Tokyo
When our tongues lied
That we were alive
That we were still breathing

I’m still searching
For that moonless night
When I’d like to escape
With,
From,
You.

Not because I’m afraid
But just because the pain would look beautiful that way.

Yet I am afraid
Of when the night stops being dark.


The beginning of this short poetry was inspired by Ocean Vuong, an amazing poet/writer. Definitely check his work out. ♥️♥️♥️♥️

Uhh not much to say this time, just figuring things out. I hope you liked what you read.

Thanks(×infinity) for reading

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Yiena says:

    I love the messiness this poem organises lol 😭😅 Great work dear~ 💝🙈

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sid says:

      Yes lmao. Thankkks🥺🥺🥺🌺🌺🌺🌺🍰

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Yiena says:

        🌸🌸🌸🌸💖

        Liked by 1 person

  2. Nour R. says:

    “Yet I am afraid
    Of when the night stops being dark”

    I _adore_ this. I just love it so much 😭

    Don’t ask me why but I thought that this is the same fear as if our eyes get merged together so we’d look like Mike Wazowski’s I can’t 😂😂😂😂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sid says:

      Loollll. This😂😂😂😂😂😂. Lmfao

      Thank you 😂🌺🌺♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

      Like

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